Here's to the memories we made at 8 AM, stumbling through the parking lot as we dashed to class, asking each other whether we completed our sheets for the day.
To the 12 PMs, as we crowded over plates of Gobi Manchurian and waited for the day's end.
To the 3 PMs, scrambling for our backpacks or spreading old BCM sheets across our board.
To the the 5 PMs, sipping chai and laughing at the day's events.
To the 10 PMs, wondering what to order for dinner as we do nightouts and talk about how much more work we have left.
To all the days skipping classes as a whole, making beautiful pieces of art together, and ribbing each other over things we may have heard and laughed about.
To the Ballistic Bs.
