- Hey. - Hey.

How'd it go?

Uh, waitlist. Should find out this week.

She just keeps telling me to think positive thoughts.

Sometimes I just wanna punch her in her third eye.

I guess if I don't get in, Santa Barbara wouldn't be that bad.

No. Hm-mmm.

You're going to NYU and I'm going to Columbia.

We're gonna be life partners forever.

God, imagine how many times we've walked these halls and thought

three months, two months, two weeks.

How the fuck did we get here?

"Time has a terrible way of fleeting by."

My mom wrote that to me in a letter when I was eight.

Okay. I got to dump out.

I can't believe you like shitting at school.

I'm very comfortable here.

So...

- Yo! What's up? - Hey.

Just the girl I was looking for.