Everything is frikkin' done with college.

That final paper that was giving me so much trouple? Pwn't. Macbeth and Richard, you are my bitches. And doing that lingering revision? Also finished.

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It doesn't feel like I'm done though. And there are some things to do yet. I need to track down a copy of a nonfiction story I wrote and throw together a portfolio for my English major.

And then there's graduation itself. Man. It doesn't feel like everything is over with. It feels like I'm still here, trapped in time. I'm still a college student, and I don't know if graduation will change that. I'm not sure I want to leave...

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But then, change happens whether we like it or not.

If years from now, I look back on the days that defined me... I'd think these five years at Westminster would be it. In high school, I was so broken by everything around me, I lost a sense of self worth. I lied to myself and others... I even pretended to be something I'm not on-line.

But somehow I made it. I have all my friends on-line, and I know I've found something more meaningful there than the people I used to fool.

I wish you could all be there with me tomorrow...