FAZER LOGINThe next hour passes by easily. Jen eventually succeeds in her mission as she drags Sav into the water. Chase follows behind them shortly after. Soon, there is splashing and arguments over who started what. I stay back for a bit with Will and Randy. Will leans in slightly, “You okay?” I nod, “Yeah
GregI wake up before my alarm, as I don’t want to disturb Jen’s sleep. For a few seconds, I don’t move. I just stare up at the hotel ceiling and listen. Vegas has a strange quiet in the mornings. Not silent exactly, but there is always the faint hum of air conditioning, the occasional distant eleva
By the time we get back to the room and the door clicks shut behind us, I have reached that weird travel point where I feel both completely awake and absolutely exhausted at the same time. Greg has already abandoned any attempt at looking presentable. Both of our shoes are off, and his magazine has
The crowd slowly starts moving after the fountain display ends. People drift away in groups, talking over each other and checking photos they’ve just taken. Nobody seems to be in a rush. That is one thing I have noticed about Vegas already. People walk everywhere, but somehow never look like they ha
If there is one thing I learned within the first hour of walking the Las Vegas Strip, it is that nobody walks normally. Everyone wanders. Everyone stops every three minutes to stare at something. And I fit right in. Greg, meanwhile, has already accepted his role as unofficial bag carrier and profess
Greg checks us in while I wander exactly three metres before he calls me back. “You are not getting lost already.” I smile sweetly, “No promises.” Once we are checked in, a bell boy takes our luggage and loads it onto a trolley cart for us and says he will bring it up to our room right away. Wit
I wake before my alarm on this dreaded Tuesday morning. That alone tells me how nervous I truly am. For a few seconds, I lay still, staring at the ceiling while the reality of the day settles heavily in my chest. It’s my first final exam. First step toward finally finishing everything I have worked
“I’m evolving.” “Terrifying.” Greg laughs before kissing my forehead gently. “Go sit down before you start studying the toaster.” “That happened one time.” “You asked the microwave constitutional law questions first thing this morning.” I look mildly offended. “And it failed.” The rest of the
Boston feels very different from California. Colder. Busier. Real. The peaceful freedom of the road trip has slowly faded the moment I step back onto campus this morning to collect my finals exams schedule and check room assignments. Suddenly, everything feels serious again. Finals week. The final s
The morning we leave San Diego feels strangely exciting. Not stressful. Not emotional. Just exciting. I stand in the driveway beside Greg’s car while the early morning sun stretches across the quiet neighbourhood. I double-check that I have packed all I need while Greg loads the last of his bags int







