Tomorrow is the last first day of school I’ll ever have (considering I don’t go to grad school, which I doubt I will); it’s a really bittersweet moment for me right now. I’m going through pictures of the past four years and listening to music that pretty much defines my college experience (omg so emo, I know).

Reflecting upon the people in the pictures, it was really awesome to see those who I knew would be the best friends of my life and were and kinda depressing to see those who I thought would be great friends and didn’t follow through. It’s not like I blame them either, it just sucks because I really liked those people for the most part. I think I blame myself for most of it like I always blame myself for not making the most of my life, one of my big downfalls. Don’t get me wrong though, college was an amazing experience, but I just think of how much better it would have been had I known then what I know now. Such is growing up, I guess.

It doesn’t help that tomorrow is Thursday and I won’t be in Singers. I’ll show up for Posse tomorrow and do some of the NUGI Week stuff, but for the most part I think I’ll be pretty MIA this semester. It’s time to get ready to move on– move out to the real world, which I am totally ready for but totally scared about. This semester in school was inevitable. At first I was angry when it had to happen, but now I’ve come to feel like it happened for a reason. Many things wouldn’t have happened had I graduated in May (this entire summer, for one). I’m grateful for where I am right now. I’m just depressed that it’s the beginning of the end. I guess a healthier way of looking at it would be to view it as the end of the beginning. It’s all about perspective. :)