Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.

Ecclesiastes 2:11
( philosophy )

Tomorrow is the last day of school.  This year, it has further significance than being the end of classes.  This year, it is the end of an epoch: high school.

It would be far too much work to construct sentences and then paragraphs with what I want to say.

( Many lists comin' at ya, yo. )