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the end of an era

This morning at 11:00am I turned in my final paper of the semester.  I also returned a gazillion library books; I am now completely free from academia.  

I did go to the rhetoric graduation, which was actually much better than expected.  However, there was no marching band, and no beach balls, and nobody causing high-school-havoc.  I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.  The student speakers, thankfully, were much better.  

I am sad to see all the seniors leave…I’m now faced with returning in the fall and having to make new friends again in all my rhetoric classes.  

And now, it’s 1:12am.  I’m not even really sure what I should be doing.  My sleep schedule is really messed up, most of my reading material is packed away, and I think I’ve exhausted the internet (so here I sit creating it…funny, no?).  

Random thoughts: I want a Nintendo Wii!  My room is a mess.  Will I ever sleep properly again?  What will I read first?  When does it start to feel like summer?  Where am I going?  I want to do martial arts again (along with pseudo-kendo training).  Does Shasta college offer Pirate lessons?  Being 21 sucks if nobody cards you.

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  1. I want a mini playstation game thing...oh wait? don't you have one!? I want to use it!

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  2. Anonymous6:51 AM

    oh wow. of course i'll say hello to that boy for you. I'M jealous that you're done with school and have the summer stretched out before you. also: at least you are 21! it's going to be so depressing to go back to the states where i can't go to a bar and buy a corona and hang out. anyway, congratulations on being done with third year! hope everything is well with you.

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  3. Anonymous6:52 AM

    oh whoops, that was me. as in sarah. not.. you know. someone anonymous. right.

    xanga.com/lunaperegrina

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