After a day out in the snow, I ended up passing through McGill campus in hopes of visiting one of my professor friends, but he was not in the office. Nevertheless, it felt refreshing to wander through the hallways of Leacock, pretending to be a student even though I am no longer in university. As I approach the Roddick Gates on my way out of a memory spot, I passed by a familiar face. We used to say hello to each other constantly 4 years ago in Rez, but once we moved out, we hardly ever do the same. Today, perhaps the first time since Rez days, we stopped and said hello even though names may be hazy for both of us.
"Where do I know you from?" He asked.
"New Rez," I replied confidently. "B-, right?"
"Yeah. I'm in my first year at law school, I don't like it though."
"That's what I hear about law school - lot of boring classes for an impressive credential."
Small talks, but I muse, funny how relations work.
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