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Tue, Nov. 20th, 2007, 03:12 pm
From the UAF library, to be extra proper:

Just registered for classes for the final time. That's it. Barring disaster, in half a year I'm going to graduate, and then I'll have graduated, and I'll be a college graduate.

Looking over the transcripts is sombering. Failures, successes, places and people all blur into a line or two of text. Clustered together under shaded bars, with GPA, letter grades, numbers, they become entire worlds I've lost/gained. A. B. C. (W). F? 13, 15, look, a 16 credit semester there. They smell like soap, muted fustration, paper, dust, something like alcohol and bad food. And they're mine all mine.

125 credits in a month. Taking nine more. The last three so I'm still a full-time student. That means I can work on my own stuff, and maybe pry in a job. It took about seven years, but I'm going to be living independantly, post-college, a college graduate that graduated from college. Provided I don't mess up, of course.

Wed, Nov. 21st, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
raiblu: Proper!

It's strange, nearing the end of college-- yes, even in spite of my delinquencies, I only have like 2 or 3 semesters left. :D It reminds me nostalgically of high school, leaving that behind, the people I met and the experiences that came with it. It's given me the feeling that once college is over, and a few years have passed, we'll pass into another 'chapter' of our lives.

But, looking back, I've realized that a lot of things come with you. Like ur friends. :3 So, yes. You'll do fine~
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Thu, Nov. 22nd, 2007 02:02 am (UTC)

No-no, not faith! I'm powered by irony.