my supervisor bought me flowers, balloons, and $100 in gift credit cards. she wrote me a card with all her information: address, phone number, and both emails. she's the best.

did i mention she baked us cookies when i had a sleepover at the hotel???
i've been counting down the days until i leave, was entirely estatic last week... now, i'm starting to get sad. this stinks.... i'm starting to get torn between chambana and chicago now, made some friends, got somewhat comfy... actually, going to miss it.

however, t-minus 5 days until freedom. glorious.

i'm so fickle, but you still love me.