and campus is turning into a fervent hub of two kinds of activities: students revising for finals (I had to step over about seven students in our corridor this morning, who were practicing speaking very elementary French to each other in adorably bad accents), and others who are lounging in hammocks, or playing the guitar and singing in little circles, and, one senses, being Students for just a couple more weeks (me, I was crossing this part of campus en route to mail the mortgage check: an activity that may lie in their futures, if they're lucky and not debt-saddled).
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