Well, it's summer. I just finished my final exam paper for Simon and now, it's time to pack up and go home. I leave tomorrow. Who says I want to go home anyway? I just got here! When I get back, two of the best guys I have ever known will be gone. What am I going to do without Tim and Andrew? They were really there for me this semester. I wish I had more time. More time with my friends, more time to work on trigonometry and do will in the class. More time at my job. My job. My favorite manager will be gone when I get back. This makes me sad. So, I'm going home to work for the manager who has made it abundantly clear that I have no tenure. Here, they want me to stay. I feel needed and important.

So, why am I going home? Oh, right. I have no where to live up here. I wish I could stay.

When I was in high school, my college friends couldn't wait to get back to school, and now I see why. I was confuddled: who would want to get back to school work? But it has nothing to do with the school work.

So, to home.

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Anonymous said…
Don't you want to hang out with your sister? Last week you were complaining that no one gets you at college anyhow.
5/04/2007 7:47 AM
Pixel said…
Don't you read? Tim and Andrew are leaving.
5/04/2007 8:41 AM
Anonymous said…
They will be leaving school no matter where you live, that's what happens when you graduate :) Hopefully someday you'll get to experience it for yourself too. :)
5/05/2007 1:35 AM
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