At this mild time of year, in the pleasant, pastoral month of May, my ex-classmates (still the strongest peer family I have) are all returning from far-flung dorms and libraries and reconvening here, in the glorious county of Rockland, NY. In the twelve months since we all, in our staggering sum of 23 individuals, graduated from high school last June, they've been through the thrills & throes of the American college freshman experience. And I? How have I spangled away these months? As what in September I called my "limbo hinterland" hurtles round its final bend (and perhaps into another incarnation?), I look back on just what exactly it is that has filled, and fueled, my Gap Year.