Yesterday was a bust but today - today was better. Much better. In fact, I got to have lunch with my favorite boys in school: Josh and Louis. We ate in The Old Spaghetti House and talked about thesis, books, films, Glee and a boy named Drew (this part of the conversation also included a manipulated rendition of ‘On My Own’). I love my blockmates. I really do. I forgot to bring a camera so I used my phone instead thus the major pixelation. Regarding the last picture: Me: I did my kiss face. :) Louis: That’s what you look like when you kiss?!? I pity the fool who marries you. Like I said: the Kurt to my Mercedes.

Yesterday was a bust but today - today was better. Much better. In fact, I got to have lunch with my favorite boys in school: Josh and Louis. We ate in The Old Spaghetti House and talked about thesis, books, films, Glee and a boy named Drew (this part of the conversation also included a manipulated rendition of ‘On My Own’). I love my blockmates. I really do.

I forgot to bring a camera so I used my phone instead thus the major pixelation.

Regarding the last picture:

Me: I did my kiss face. :)

Louis: That’s what you look like when you kiss?!? I pity the fool who marries you.

Like I said: the Kurt to my Mercedes.

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Hana Melad. Where do I begin? During freshman year, I only knew her as quiet and shy. Our block, despite being a small one, still had, what I’d like to call, ‘drifters’. They were part of the block but refused to join in for their own personal reasons. I think that, at first, Hana felt as if she didn’t belong. We were a bunch of loud city kids and she was from the province. She may have felt that we had cast an invisible division. (And maybe, unknowingly, we had) Luckily, that changed during sophomore year. We got to know her and I found out that she was louder, crazier and wilder than all of us city kids combined. Hana’s got a penchant for pink, pandas and anything that has to do with Japanese culture. To lift a few lines from the yearbook write-up I wrote for her, she’s the shoulder to cry on, the voice of reason but most importantly, she’s the stronghold, forever keeping the balance of things together. Whatever the future holds, there is no doubt that Hana’s going to keep spreading sunshine, reminding everyone that the world is a beautiful place. She’s just that kind of person. Together with Louis and Josh, we form an unofficial quartet. And wherever we are, there is laughter. Wild, annoying, rambunctious laughter. And dancing. You can’t forget the dancing. Today, after thesis class, we hung out for a while in the Fine Arts lounge. Louis continued to teach us the mechanics of being fierce. We tried practicing our best fierce faces but Louis, Tyra B’s very own prodigy, outshone us every time. We have the rest of the semester to redeem ourselves.

Hana Melad. Where do I begin?

During freshman year, I only knew her as quiet and shy. Our block, despite being a small one, still had, what I’d like to call, ‘drifters’. They were part of the block but refused to join in for their own personal reasons. I think that, at first, Hana felt as if she didn’t belong. We were a bunch of loud city kids and she was from the province. She may have felt that we had cast an invisible division. (And maybe, unknowingly, we had)

Luckily, that changed during sophomore year. We got to know her and I found out that she was louder, crazier and wilder than all of us city kids combined. Hana’s got a penchant for pink, pandas and anything that has to do with Japanese culture. To lift a few lines from the yearbook write-up I wrote for her, she’s the shoulder to cry on, the voice of reason but most importantly, she’s the stronghold, forever keeping the balance of things together. Whatever the future holds, there is no doubt that Hana’s going to keep spreading sunshine, reminding everyone that the world is a beautiful place.

She’s just that kind of person.

Together with Louis and Josh, we form an unofficial quartet. And wherever we are, there is laughter. Wild, annoying, rambunctious laughter. And dancing. You can’t forget the dancing.

Today, after thesis class, we hung out for a while in the Fine Arts lounge. Louis continued to teach us the mechanics of being fierce. We tried practicing our best fierce faces but Louis, Tyra B’s very own prodigy, outshone us every time.

We have the rest of the semester to redeem ourselves.

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This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One. In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly). Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget. I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.” It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with. Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics. ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark. The game for the day was: Fierce. The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt. Genius, I tell you. He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing. Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college? To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)

This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One.

In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly).

Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget.

I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.”

It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with.

Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics.

ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark.

The game for the day was: Fierce.

The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt.

Genius, I tell you.

He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing.

Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college?

To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)

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Today marked my last first day of school. In a few months, I’ll be graduating and my days as a member of institutionalized education will be over. I’m at the last leg of this journey of my life and I still can’t believe it. I feel like I’ve been running towards this moment ever since grade school. From now on, I think I’ll just walk. Slowly. I never try to sync my schedule with my blockmates just because the mere act of coordinating on the day of enlistment is such a hassle. Also, it makes things a little more pleasant when I walk into the classroom on the first day and see them there as well. A surprise of sorts. Today I found out that I will be spending the majority of my last semester with Charls (yes, without the E), my blockmate. (He’s the guy on the left side of the photo) We were never really close but we’ve always gotten along just fine. Trivia: he went as Russell (from Up) for his creative shot for our yearbook. Kind of looks like him too, yes? Anyway, we spent an hour or two during break time just talking about God, the future and the roads life seems to be taking us towards. It amazes me that one day, maybe one not far from now, this guy might actually be a pastor here in Metro Manila. He’s amiable and funny and he’s got his head and his heart in the right place. I’m sure he’ll do well. The other half of my breaks this semester will be spent with none other than my pseudo-boyfriend, Louis (pronounced Louie; he’s the guy on the right). More about him later. What I can say for now is that this is a very nice way to spend my last few months of university life. I like what Jessica Darling says in her graduation speech in Second Helpings: The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. It does not begin after graduation, once you get that diploma. It began when you were born and was always there, has always existed and will always be. While I will soon cease to be a college student, I know that my journey as a student of the real world is something that is on-going and will keep on going until my brain and body die. The nice thing about life is that no matter how much you know, there is always so much more to learn. That you can never know it all and even if you could, why would you want to? Part of the fun is the discovery of things, even the bad things. So while today may be my last first day of school, I can say with much absolution that it is definitely not my last first day. There are more to come that I should be excited about. My first day as a professional writer. My first day as a salary-earner. My first day as someone successful. My first day as a girlfriend and maybe someday, as a wife and maybe someday far from that, a mother. The end of an era is just the beginning of another. Oh by the way, it was a good last first day. :)

Today marked my last first day of school. In a few months, I’ll be graduating and my days as a member of institutionalized education will be over. I’m at the last leg of this journey of my life and I still can’t believe it. I feel like I’ve been running towards this moment ever since grade school. From now on, I think I’ll just walk. Slowly.

I never try to sync my schedule with my blockmates just because the mere act of coordinating on the day of enlistment is such a hassle. Also, it makes things a little more pleasant when I walk into the classroom on the first day and see them there as well. A surprise of sorts.

Today I found out that I will be spending the majority of my last semester with Charls (yes, without the E), my blockmate. (He’s the guy on the left side of the photo) We were never really close but we’ve always gotten along just fine. Trivia: he went as Russell (from Up) for his creative shot for our yearbook. Kind of looks like him too, yes? Anyway, we spent an hour or two during break time just talking about God, the future and the roads life seems to be taking us towards. It amazes me that one day, maybe one not far from now, this guy might actually be a pastor here in Metro Manila.

He’s amiable and funny and he’s got his head and his heart in the right place. I’m sure he’ll do well.

The other half of my breaks this semester will be spent with none other than my pseudo-boyfriend, Louis (pronounced Louie; he’s the guy on the right). More about him later. What I can say for now is that this is a very nice way to spend my last few months of university life.

I like what Jessica Darling says in her graduation speech in Second Helpings: The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. It does not begin after graduation, once you get that diploma. It began when you were born and was always there, has always existed and will always be.

While I will soon cease to be a college student, I know that my journey as a student of the real world is something that is on-going and will keep on going until my brain and body die. The nice thing about life is that no matter how much you know, there is always so much more to learn. That you can never know it all and even if you could, why would you want to? Part of the fun is the discovery of things, even the bad things.

So while today may be my last first day of school, I can say with much absolution that it is definitely not my last first day. There are more to come that I should be excited about. My first day as a professional writer. My first day as a salary-earner. My first day as someone successful. My first day as a girlfriend and maybe someday, as a wife and maybe someday far from that, a mother. The end of an era is just the beginning of another.

Oh by the way, it was a good last first day. :)

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Yesterday was a bust but today - today was better. Much better. In fact, I got to have lunch with my favorite boys in school: Josh and Louis. We ate in The Old Spaghetti House and talked about thesis, books, films, Glee and a boy named Drew (this part of the conversation also included a manipulated rendition of ‘On My Own’). I love my blockmates. I really do. I forgot to bring a camera so I used my phone instead thus the major pixelation. Regarding the last picture: Me: I did my kiss face. :) Louis: That’s what you look like when you kiss?!? I pity the fool who marries you. Like I said: the Kurt to my Mercedes.

Yesterday was a bust but today - today was better. Much better. In fact, I got to have lunch with my favorite boys in school: Josh and Louis. We ate in The Old Spaghetti House and talked about thesis, books, films, Glee and a boy named Drew (this part of the conversation also included a manipulated rendition of ‘On My Own’). I love my blockmates. I really do.

I forgot to bring a camera so I used my phone instead thus the major pixelation.

Regarding the last picture:

Me: I did my kiss face. :)

Louis: That’s what you look like when you kiss?!? I pity the fool who marries you.

Like I said: the Kurt to my Mercedes.

Hana Melad. Where do I begin? During freshman year, I only knew her as quiet and shy. Our block, despite being a small one, still had, what I’d like to call, ‘drifters’. They were part of the block but refused to join in for their own personal reasons. I think that, at first, Hana felt as if she didn’t belong. We were a bunch of loud city kids and she was from the province. She may have felt that we had cast an invisible division. (And maybe, unknowingly, we had) Luckily, that changed during sophomore year. We got to know her and I found out that she was louder, crazier and wilder than all of us city kids combined. Hana’s got a penchant for pink, pandas and anything that has to do with Japanese culture. To lift a few lines from the yearbook write-up I wrote for her, she’s the shoulder to cry on, the voice of reason but most importantly, she’s the stronghold, forever keeping the balance of things together. Whatever the future holds, there is no doubt that Hana’s going to keep spreading sunshine, reminding everyone that the world is a beautiful place. She’s just that kind of person. Together with Louis and Josh, we form an unofficial quartet. And wherever we are, there is laughter. Wild, annoying, rambunctious laughter. And dancing. You can’t forget the dancing. Today, after thesis class, we hung out for a while in the Fine Arts lounge. Louis continued to teach us the mechanics of being fierce. We tried practicing our best fierce faces but Louis, Tyra B’s very own prodigy, outshone us every time. We have the rest of the semester to redeem ourselves.

Hana Melad. Where do I begin?

During freshman year, I only knew her as quiet and shy. Our block, despite being a small one, still had, what I’d like to call, ‘drifters’. They were part of the block but refused to join in for their own personal reasons. I think that, at first, Hana felt as if she didn’t belong. We were a bunch of loud city kids and she was from the province. She may have felt that we had cast an invisible division. (And maybe, unknowingly, we had)

Luckily, that changed during sophomore year. We got to know her and I found out that she was louder, crazier and wilder than all of us city kids combined. Hana’s got a penchant for pink, pandas and anything that has to do with Japanese culture. To lift a few lines from the yearbook write-up I wrote for her, she’s the shoulder to cry on, the voice of reason but most importantly, she’s the stronghold, forever keeping the balance of things together. Whatever the future holds, there is no doubt that Hana’s going to keep spreading sunshine, reminding everyone that the world is a beautiful place.

She’s just that kind of person.

Together with Louis and Josh, we form an unofficial quartet. And wherever we are, there is laughter. Wild, annoying, rambunctious laughter. And dancing. You can’t forget the dancing.

Today, after thesis class, we hung out for a while in the Fine Arts lounge. Louis continued to teach us the mechanics of being fierce. We tried practicing our best fierce faces but Louis, Tyra B’s very own prodigy, outshone us every time.

We have the rest of the semester to redeem ourselves.

This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One. In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly). Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget. I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.” It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with. Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics. ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark. The game for the day was: Fierce. The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt. Genius, I tell you. He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing. Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college? To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)

This one is for Louis, who has patiently put up with my crap since Day One.

In fact, let me tell you about Day One. It was actually the second day of our Freshman Orientation Seminar. My blockmates and I, the Creative Writing majors, had just met and already had such a good stride. There was joking and chemistry and us acting absolutely idiotic without fear of judgment (although I am sure we were all judging each other, secretly).

Louis didn’t attend the first day of the seminar so we only got to meet him on the second day. Imagine a lamb being pounced on by a pack of hungry lions. That’s what it was like for Louis to meet us all. He was sitting at the end of the row, this quiet white boy who looked so out of place. So we smothered him. With questions and jokes and stupid side comments. He took them all in and pretended to like us anyway. During freshman year, I was loud and obnoxious (I just didn’t know it). So at the end of that second day, I said something to Louis that he has never forgotten. Something that he will never let me forget.

I said: “Okay, Louis. From now on, you’re going to be my boyfriend on Fridays.”

It is embarrassing and stupid and it makes me cringe but four years later, Louis looks back on all that with such fondness. (He admits that he mislabeled me as a ditz. Haha.) That was our Day One. With four years succeeding all that, you can imagine the other stupid things I’ve done and said that he’s been forced to put up with.

Thank you, Louboo, for being patient. With me and with Josh and with all our stupid antics.

ANYWAY. Louis and I share a common break before our thesis class so we decided to hang out in our empty classroom, something we’ve been doing since Sophmore year. We like staying there because we get to tamper with the airconditioning system thus making the room extra cold. We also like to play stupid games in the dark.

The game for the day was: Fierce.

The goal of the game is to do your best American’s Next Top Model, contort-your-body-like-a-pretzel pose on or with any of the objects inside the classroom. Louis, a 21-year-old straight man, won. He got on the teacher’s table and did this pose that made his clavicles protrude beneath his shirt.

Genius, I tell you.

He also posed behind the white board, behind the TV screen, with a whiteboard eraser and at one point, he even lay on the table and arced his back. He even taught me how to ‘smize’ (smile with my eyes). It was amazing. Yes, besides creating stupid dances and watching stupid things on his laptop, this is one of the things we enjoy doing.

Like I told him today (for all you Gleeks out there), he is the Kurt to my Mercedes. And with a pseudo-boyfriend like that, who tells you you’re fabulous every single day you meet, how could you not enjoy college?

To Louis, who constantly helps me win the affections of my boy toys in school. This one’s for you. :)

Today marked my last first day of school. In a few months, I’ll be graduating and my days as a member of institutionalized education will be over. I’m at the last leg of this journey of my life and I still can’t believe it. I feel like I’ve been running towards this moment ever since grade school. From now on, I think I’ll just walk. Slowly. I never try to sync my schedule with my blockmates just because the mere act of coordinating on the day of enlistment is such a hassle. Also, it makes things a little more pleasant when I walk into the classroom on the first day and see them there as well. A surprise of sorts. Today I found out that I will be spending the majority of my last semester with Charls (yes, without the E), my blockmate. (He’s the guy on the left side of the photo) We were never really close but we’ve always gotten along just fine. Trivia: he went as Russell (from Up) for his creative shot for our yearbook. Kind of looks like him too, yes? Anyway, we spent an hour or two during break time just talking about God, the future and the roads life seems to be taking us towards. It amazes me that one day, maybe one not far from now, this guy might actually be a pastor here in Metro Manila. He’s amiable and funny and he’s got his head and his heart in the right place. I’m sure he’ll do well. The other half of my breaks this semester will be spent with none other than my pseudo-boyfriend, Louis (pronounced Louie; he’s the guy on the right). More about him later. What I can say for now is that this is a very nice way to spend my last few months of university life. I like what Jessica Darling says in her graduation speech in Second Helpings: The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. It does not begin after graduation, once you get that diploma. It began when you were born and was always there, has always existed and will always be. While I will soon cease to be a college student, I know that my journey as a student of the real world is something that is on-going and will keep on going until my brain and body die. The nice thing about life is that no matter how much you know, there is always so much more to learn. That you can never know it all and even if you could, why would you want to? Part of the fun is the discovery of things, even the bad things. So while today may be my last first day of school, I can say with much absolution that it is definitely not my last first day. There are more to come that I should be excited about. My first day as a professional writer. My first day as a salary-earner. My first day as someone successful. My first day as a girlfriend and maybe someday, as a wife and maybe someday far from that, a mother. The end of an era is just the beginning of another. Oh by the way, it was a good last first day. :)

Today marked my last first day of school. In a few months, I’ll be graduating and my days as a member of institutionalized education will be over. I’m at the last leg of this journey of my life and I still can’t believe it. I feel like I’ve been running towards this moment ever since grade school. From now on, I think I’ll just walk. Slowly.

I never try to sync my schedule with my blockmates just because the mere act of coordinating on the day of enlistment is such a hassle. Also, it makes things a little more pleasant when I walk into the classroom on the first day and see them there as well. A surprise of sorts.

Today I found out that I will be spending the majority of my last semester with Charls (yes, without the E), my blockmate. (He’s the guy on the left side of the photo) We were never really close but we’ve always gotten along just fine. Trivia: he went as Russell (from Up) for his creative shot for our yearbook. Kind of looks like him too, yes? Anyway, we spent an hour or two during break time just talking about God, the future and the roads life seems to be taking us towards. It amazes me that one day, maybe one not far from now, this guy might actually be a pastor here in Metro Manila.

He’s amiable and funny and he’s got his head and his heart in the right place. I’m sure he’ll do well.

The other half of my breaks this semester will be spent with none other than my pseudo-boyfriend, Louis (pronounced Louie; he’s the guy on the right). More about him later. What I can say for now is that this is a very nice way to spend my last few months of university life.

I like what Jessica Darling says in her graduation speech in Second Helpings: The real world, whether we like it or not, is right here, right now. It does not begin after graduation, once you get that diploma. It began when you were born and was always there, has always existed and will always be.

While I will soon cease to be a college student, I know that my journey as a student of the real world is something that is on-going and will keep on going until my brain and body die. The nice thing about life is that no matter how much you know, there is always so much more to learn. That you can never know it all and even if you could, why would you want to? Part of the fun is the discovery of things, even the bad things.

So while today may be my last first day of school, I can say with much absolution that it is definitely not my last first day. There are more to come that I should be excited about. My first day as a professional writer. My first day as a salary-earner. My first day as someone successful. My first day as a girlfriend and maybe someday, as a wife and maybe someday far from that, a mother. The end of an era is just the beginning of another.

Oh by the way, it was a good last first day. :)

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that's when i realized that words have wings;
they're kind of like birds but mostly like children,
whom you groom and raise.
you mold them and shape them well
and, like the sky that has no limits,
you hope that someday,
somebody will take them home,
call them their own;
that they will find a place to belong.
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