The worst part about taking classes is getting to that point where you love everyone in the class and find them all incredibly insightful. The reason that's the worst part is because that's usually right when the class is about to end for the semester and you probably will never see those people again. Do we love them for nostalgic reasons? Or do we simply discover them to be incredible people who are meant to touch our lives for brief moments at a time?
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