We had some good times in Comp Sci, yeah, with me understanding it and you, well, not so much. Sorry about that. But I guess the main thing was in Physics last year. Whenever I have a particularly cool class, I list them as intimidating. So we had a cool class, full of all sorts of future leaders of America. Andrew Heywood, Ian Percel, Eric Mitacek, Zack Parsons, all the fun ones. And they were on their half of the room. And we were on ours. And you know, it's probably good that we were on ours, because we were still trying come April.

And damn, I don't remember the last time I've had as much fun at Six Flags. It's nice just having a friend there rather than a relative. But I digress.

There's a lot of people who are more diligent than me. And a lot of people I'm tempted to call bullshit on. You only fall into the first group. You do what you do, and you're good at it. I like that about you. When I hear that you have the top score in the class on a psych exam, I don't get pissed off. I'm genuinely happy for you. That's hard for me to do, to be emotionally and silently selfless. When I heard you sleep early and wake early to avoid distraction, my thoughts weren't, how weird, but rather, It's good that it works for him.

You're a good sport, and you're seemingly up for anything. I respect you as an equal and can always walk up to you for conversation without an inkling of reservation. That takes a pretty good friend, in my book. So from a socialist to a communist, I hope UC treats you well, and stop by some time.
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