Cue the most hectic day ever: I have a French oral exam in the morning, a quick lunch with a friend at noon, and then my flight to New York in the afternoon. I'm hoping that I'll be too busy to realize that the next time I fly home from Chicago, I won't be coming back. O'Hare, you've caused me a lot, A LOT of grief these past four years, but you actually have a way better selection of food than LaGuardia does. So I'll miss you and your consistent two- to three-hour delays. A little bit.
Cue typical college-senior meltdown.
[photo cred to Brian Doben for Chicago Magazine]