Soon, i will graduate college. Ten years, folks, is how long it has taken me, and well, God blessed the broken road, eh? As I cram in my last two weeks of homework everything I do seems a little bit more...weighted? Is that the word? Like, each action seems to have the significance of ten years in it. It's all a goodbye; not that I'm moving right away, or making any big changes to my day-to-day life...but it's definitely the end of a long, difficult, memorable era, and everything is poignant. What a strange word, poignant. It seems to fit itself. Beautiful and unclear.