It all began when Nelson closed.
Resources were scarce. The few of us left by Friday crowded the markets, struggling to spend the last of our meal swipes before 3 p.m.
They say Athens was a ghost town in the summer, but nobody expected spring break to come with abandonment of bricks and bars alike.
I was not used to the silence of an empty campus.
Although it was Saturday, Court Street was empty. There were no shuffles, no drunk--food runs, not a single cohort of drunk white girls shrieking Beyonce lyrics and teetering on their heels.
Even Alden's promise of a twenty-four-hour learning commons shattered, hours adjusted to conserve brain power.
The icy showers sealed the deal, campus is actually hell without college students.