Four.

I blinked.
That's all.
And this happened.
This and a lot of papers.
And essay exams.
Oh the essay exams.

Four years.

That's four birthdays.

Four halloweens.

Four Christmases.

Four Easters.

Four rooms.

Four sets of exam weeks.

Four years of sleep.

Four years of activity.

Four years of parties.

Four years of solitude.

Four years of graduation.

Four years, people.

Four years of people.

Four hellos

and four goodbyes.

Well, three goodbyes, with a fourth one eminent and strikingly more permanent than the rest.

Four is my most and least favorite word right now.