When you spend the last twenty-odd years shuffling around from school to school, you tend to get the feeling that school never ends. I never thought I would say this, but on Friday May 6th, 2011, I completed my last final for an undergraduate class. I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as I handed in my exam and walked out the door. One of my friends threw me a small flask of whisky and I took my final sip of alcohol as an undergraduate. On the shuttle ride back home, my friend commented, "tomorrow is the next day of the rest of your life". It's an over-used phrase and cheesy phrase, but I took a moment to comprehend the phrase. I suddenly realized that I was done with school - no more waking up early for class, no more studying for finals, no more carrying around a bad full of books.
I am not sure what the future holds. I envy my friends who are graduating and already have a job lined up right out of college. There are some clouds in the future, but no apparent turbulence. The first fight is finished, now it's high time to move on to bigger endeavors.
GL, KA, DD.