GMS' end They all warned me about it: the misery that comes with leaving a summer training program. Refusing to say "goodbye" to anyone, only saying "goodnight," I left my last night of GMS on a note of denial. Two hours of sleep later, and Emily and I were on our way out for the 14-hour drive that awaited us. Before we could leave, however, we were comforted and sent on our way by the Goodbye Crew that stayed up all night to see everyone off. We happened to be some of the first people to leave (besides poor Ashley whose early flight back to Arizona meant she had to leave around 3:00). The tears that flowed partially from the insanity from no sleep, partially from grief over the end of GMS were overwhelming enough to
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