Since I even considered Queen's, or university, I pictured what it'd be like close to Christmas. Hot jazzy music in the cafeterias and cheap residence decorations, as all students are poor, even if they're rich. I wonder what it'll be like. No countdowns though. Just wonderment. I love Autumn, by the way.
Footnote: I'm glad that I'm glad again. Although there was no milk to cry over, there was molasses that kept perpetually building into a large dome, not hollow though. Life is cherries.