Energy Conversion

On the 23rd of this month, I will complete my Undergraduate degree.

I had my first pang just two days ago.

I was hauling juice from one fridge to another fridge. (Catering is largely about moving things from one cold place to another and throwing away perfectly good muffins because your backpack is already full of muffins.) Nostalgia congealed inside of me. For me, nostalgia is centered between my breastbone and up to the bottom of my adam's apple. I thought of a paper that had tortured me, really pounded my head into the fridge. Nostalgia pushed against the very top of my rib cage.

Nostalgia said that I missed that paper.

Now I can understand the idea of really holding University up after a few years. The edges and bures have all been worn and the word is cool and smooth in your mouth like a pebble. (If anyone can't remember exactly what a pebble feels like in their mouth then they didn't lead a proper childhood). But not now. It isn't even over yet. I can still remember the fatigue, frustration, reproach, maddness et al.

S + I = A
A + t = Nos

S - Situation
I - Interpretation
A - Action
t - Time
Nos - Nostalgia

Oh. Now I get it.