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 the bittersweet moments of the years past. Part of me certainly regrets the end of this era, while the other part is filled with excitement for what is to come in the future. I won't forget the lessons I've learned here, the friends I've made, and everyone who has helped me through it all. Thanks everybody!

Naturally, now being a man of letters, I will be forced to demand that my editor of this blog increase my level of compensation.

Comments

natoid said…
agreed. twenty percent raise to the entire staff...

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