Unlike us, our beloved '11s won't be coming back in the Fall. (Sorry, Drunkest Girls we know that graduation isn't a thing but we had to go there.)
Lest you, dear readers, grow tired of our angsty goodbyes, don't worry we were only being pseudo-serious, much like people whispering on FFB. We hate florid farewells and lengthy lasts lists as much as you do.
Lasts lists? You know: your tearful last run around Occom Pond, your last nap on the Green, your last Homeplate panini, your last booze poop in the Novack bathrooms enough already! Cut the sentimental crap and look on the bright side, seniors approximately 99.99 percent of you will be living in "the City" next year.
We wanted to give our Mirror seniors one last send-off before they enter the real world, so while this issue is basically a facetime orgy dedicated to our '11s, we've decided we're fine with it and clearly they are, too.
