If I had been living on campus this semester, I'm sure I could've heard that familiar refrain building in intensity all week. It's the same at the end of every semester.
It's just a ghost of a sound on Reading Day, not even a whisper. It starts out as one of those sounds that rustles through your memory, but when you turn your head to catch it, you realize you were just imagining it.
As the days go by and more and more people finish their last final, the echo solidifies into a real sound that slowly grows louder and louder until at last it reverberates from A Mountain to Barrett in the mighty voice of a Southern Baptist preacher.
Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
Listening to: "I Have a Dream" by Martin Luther King, Jr.
Reading: Wolfcry by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes