This is the end, my friend
Tomorrow is the beginning of the end. Tomorrow I walk into the last classes I will ever take as an undergraduate. This is my last chance to do everything I wanted to do in high school, when I was too cool to "join in" or "work with others" or "take initiative." I am old, embarrassingly old to be graduating from college. I feel dumb to have worked so long to pull off what every twenty-one-year old with two brain cells to rub together should be able to achieve.
I can almost see the end and I can say that I've done the things that I set out to do: I learned a new language; I studied abroad; I engaged in inter-collegiate competition; I led an on-campus organization; I won awards; I worked at the Hall of Justice; I worked at a think tank. On Thursday, I will be a teacher's assistant for an upper-division International Relations course - unsuspecting IR students will learn to fear me!
If the Death Cough does not get the better of me, in sixteen weeks I will be done with this.
I can almost see the end and I can say that I've done the things that I set out to do: I learned a new language; I studied abroad; I engaged in inter-collegiate competition; I led an on-campus organization; I won awards; I worked at the Hall of Justice; I worked at a think tank. On Thursday, I will be a teacher's assistant for an upper-division International Relations course - unsuspecting IR students will learn to fear me!
If the Death Cough does not get the better of me, in sixteen weeks I will be done with this.