another by Boheng C. '28

towards the end of october, back in 2024, i was walking back to my dorm and i was about to make the turn from the asphalted footpath that went north from the music building (under construction then) onto vassar st., my thoughts still swimming above me in the elation of starry nights and tall roofs and vents to be crawled over and squeezed through, when i realized that i was halfway through the semester.

it was 3 am then, crickets humming in the grass, and i knew then that i was one-sixteenth of the way through my time at MIT.

but that was a good thing then, because one-sixteenth of my time at MIT had taken a long  while. i knew then that i had fifteen more copies of what i had experienced so far, 

fifteen times more psets and morning exams in walker memorial and evening square dance with warm bundt cake resting on the table and linguistics essays and midday bluebike errands to chinatown and auroras and books read on the grass at boston commons and leaves along vassar st. turning to the color of the sunset.

i knew that i had fifteen times more of all this.

but now? now i am halfway through. and already i do not have many of those fifteen left.