Last day of school today. I arrive in the early evening, an hour ahead of my last class. The usual rush and bustle is quieter now, the sky already dark. I grab a sub and coffee, and head for the Arts building. As I cross the quad I see a bunch of students go by in a horse-drawn wagon. It's completely out of context, yet strangely appropriate.

For me, university has been a place of possibility, a place of ideas and imagination, a place where I found again the joy and exuberance of my own intellectual being. It is with great sadness that I leave this place.