- Thinking "this is the closest I'll come to Hogwarts" as I passed by people and professors in funny robes
- A kid in my class telling me I look like Crispin Glover (add him to the list). I didn't know who that was, but a subsequent Google search didn't make me feel too hot.
- Going in for a hug with the secretary of the Russian department and her a) choosing to ignore it or b) not noticing it, leaving me suspended mid-motion unsure of what to do. Wouldn't be me unless something painfully awkward that will scar me forever happened.
- Asking my Russian professor to tell my parents the time he had dinner with Tolstoy, a feat that would have been quite remarkable considering Leo died 112 years ago (!). I'm seriously one of the worst Russian majors ever.
- Bonding with my fellow Russian majors one last time, basking together in the knowledge that with a Russian degree, we will likely never have a salary higher than our tuition. Except for that kid with the medals - he's going places (you can see him already looking into the future).
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