The Windy Hill
Sometimes I really wanted to escape from the stress of courses and research, and even trying to learn about myself. I decided that at the end of every quarter, I would go to the Windy Hill. Somehow standing at the top with my hair flying around like a raggamuffin, I felt like the wind would blow away all the crap. Whenever I was struggling in the middle of the quarter, I’d always think forward to that future moment, and know that soon enough I’d be there.