Local Student Bids Tearful Farewell to Peers She Has Never Talked To, Will Never Think of Again

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It was a bittersweet day for Sam McMurphy, ArtSci ‘15. On this, the last full day of lectures for her Political Studies program, she said her goodbyes to classmates alongside whom she had studied, struggled, and persevered with for the last four years, and with whom she has never held, nor does ever intend to hold, a meaningful conversation.

“It’s just gone by so fast,” McMurphy was overheard telling Liam Blackwell in what was, so far, their longest uninterrupted verbal exchange, adding, “it’s crazy.” Blackwell, ArtSci ‘15, agreed, even going so far as to say, “we should keep in touch.”

“Totally,” McMurphy replied, immediately turning her attention to the next nearest acquaintances.

“Meghan [van Gutenberg]! Salina [Singh]!” she called to the pair, with whom she had on one occasion collaborated on a presentation assignment over coffee, as they attempted to pass her in the aisle. She expressed her disbelief that school was “finally over,” and asserting she “just can’t imagine” life without them. The trio proceeded to discuss summer plans and possible reunions, with the convivial camaraderie shared only by those who will never purposely meet again.

McMurphy then proceeded to embrace longtime classmate Ken Zhang, ArtSci ‘15, in a hug approximately three times as forceful as the one they shared after almost going on a date in 2013. He said nothing; theirs was the kind of parting that needed no words. At this, McMurphy breathed a relieved sigh, as she had never had anything to say to Zhang and never will.

The cohort posed for a group photo and dispersed, prompting one jokester to exclaim, “see you all next class!” A tear rolled down McMurphy’s cheek. Inside her, there was nothing but glee.

“It’s weird, you know?” McMurphy told the Journal. “You spend four years with people, you get to know them really well, and then you just go your separate ways. Maybe—well, almost certainly, to different circles, different parts of the world.”

“Who knows if I’ll ever see them again?” she contemplated, self-referentially.

At press time, McMurphy had accepted seven Facebook requests, adding their names to her growing list of those to discreetly unfriend before their next birthday.

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