End of the Line
As I sit here in my room, for the last night in Seattle, I can't help but reflect upon my time at the UW. I certain has been an interesting ride (and, of course, a long one, for those of you keeping score at home). I've had my share of honors and setbacks, joy and pain, insight and bewilderment, sunshine and rain (mostly rain-this is, after all, Seattle). There are things I wish I hadn't done, things I wish I would have done, things I wish I could have done, and things I'm glad I've never done. Of course, the past is the past, but one certainly can't forget what has gone before; all the books I've read, the lectures I've attended (even the ones I napped in), the late nights at the library, watching the Huskies win and lose, taking in a movie with a friend, trying to decide which teriyaki place is the best... Even though I know I'll be back, the fact is it won't ever be as an undergrad again. I feel a slight twinge of melancholy, thinking of all t...
