The pages of the scrapbook are soft and tender, from many years of wear. Each page contains my favorite memories affixed with glue, and decorated with fingerprints, smudges, and stains that have accumulated over the life of this scrap book. There is a ticket to my first Panther Homecoming football game next to a photograph of me and my roommates drowning in the throng of navy and gold. I can almost hear the crowd singing “Sweet Caroline” from just looking at it. A tiny fortune slip lies next to a photograph of me and my best friend learning how to spin plates for the first time at the Chinese booth of a cultural fair in the William Pitt Union. Another photograph shows me and my flatmates posed in front of the Eiffel Tower, a weekend trip we
