So that’s it? I’m done with college. It was such a strange feeling walking out of that building for the last time. I walked slowly and was sure to pay attention to everything. Why am I so nostalgic? Despite my best efforts, the reality of the situation is that I was walking down an empty dirty hallway behind a janitor on a crappy winter day, oh! the drama I construct in my mind. The majority of my memories of that particular building, the business college, relate to my wonderful girlfriend, which is probably the reason for my heightened sense of nostalgia. The worst part about the whole thing – no music, no hug, no congratulations, no closing credits, and I didn’t click my heels while jumping off a flight of stairs. I wasn’t even the hero of anything. Over the past five and a half years (too long, I know) this place has changed me completely. I am the same spark, but not the same fire, and I’m glad this end has come so discreetly. Now, after I quietly excuse myself from this campus, I know I want the next big phase of my life to end complete with fireworks and three forks.
The best part about the end of this huge commitment is the large amount of free time that will soon tempt me to watch TV and click “Stumble!”. In spite of these temptations, I plan to finally read the books I want to read, pick up my long lost best friend and former soul mate – my guitar, work out a little more, and own the world.
