Anyway, I'm super ticked off... I start collecting random ice sculptures that apparently feature all over the restaurant. I do this for a short while, loading them into a shopping cart.
You will never read this letter. You will go about your days and weeks thinking about tuition rates, your dangerously dwindling enrollment, and your desperate bids to keep your establishment afloat. You will not think of me. You will not miss me. You will not mourn over the meaning of my loss to your school, if indeed you recognize it all all. But I... I will mourn you.