I thought of you when I wrote out my belonging essay.

I remember how we worked on the thesis statement together.
You corrected every single sentence of the speech because of its poor grammar.
You taught me me what anaphora meant and how to incorporate it into an essay.
You listened as I isolated myself in the computer rooms to practise my speech over and over again over phone Skype.
You laughed at my pronunciation of the name Enrique.
You wished me good luck before I went in, and you cheered when I came out.

Those were good times.

And also happy birthday even though I actually don't know when it is except that it should be sometime this month or the next.