The seniors are gone. They’ve BEEN gone for most of the month but now they’re no longer required to attend so their checked-out attitude is no longer permeating the building. The Freshman are relieved. They’ve survived (for the most part) their first year in the Big Building and move on to the anonymity of Sophomoredom. The Sophomores move into the Juniors shoes with visions of Seniority dancing in their heads. The Juniors are beginning to face the gravity of being seniors. Nobody above looking down. The gaping maw of adult-hood just down that looming corridor of “lasts.”