This month is the 10th anniversary of my last “last day of classes”. I went to university for 9 years. 7 of them at the University of Calgary. I had 7 really spectacular last day of classes. At the U of C it is called Bermuda shorts day, because it is Calgary, and sometimes it is snowing, so why not wear Bermuda shorts. I have such found rememberings of those days. And every year at this time I hear about it on the radio and I see those revelers in the paper or on the news and I am filled with a feeling of oneness. That I to was there. That I felt what they felt. Just a small reprieve between the end of classes and the start of finals. It was not necessarily poetic or beautiful but it was always quite special.