We're in the process of moving out, and our room is a complete mess. Well, my side isn't, but my roommate has an ungodly amount of stuff. There's chaos outside with students and parents and vehicles and the lawn care people with their mowers and their trailors full of flowers. How on earth did I get all this stuff up here? I know I've accumulated things, but I didn't think it was this much. It's a mystery which, I daresay, will remain unsolved. My roommate and I, along with most of our friends, are leaving tomorrow morning to our respective destinations. I think we're all planning on working during the summer. One of my friends is going to Mexico for six weeks to study Spanish. She's leaving tonight at 8 from the bus station. I had to take her to the Galleria to get her money exchanged this morning, and, considering I didn't know where the Galleria was, it was rather interesting. We got there and back safely, both alive, and without buying anything other than lunch. Another of my friends left about two hours ago to go home to Iowa. It was very sad. She left, thankfully, before we all started crying, but the void is slowly being felt in my heart. I can't wait to see my friends at home and spend time with them, but I'm only now beginning to realize how much of a change it will be. Will there become to be a UD Ashley and an Edna Ashley? Will I change with my circumstances, or will what I've learned and found stay with me and not be influenced by the people I'm with?