Always, 3000
Wait, how did I get here? This is a genuine question, because the last two years have flown by at such a suspiciously fast rate, that I am almost certain there has been some sort of divine mistake. Until I submitted my pitch to write this article, it had not completely dawned on me that this was it; I am a senior. I am leaving. This is, indeed, the end. Perhaps this passage of time is a testament to just how impactful The Montclarion has been on my life. Two years ago, before Babee Garcia — th...
