I’m still kind of in shock that graduation is at the end of this week. I’m kind of surprised to what with all the times I said I was going to drop out the last four years. But it’s actually happening in just a couple of days. The last four years have been filled with equal amounts of manic laughter and stress-induced tears. I’ve both called this place home and wished I was back home. Despite my complex relationship with college, I hold all the memories I made and all the people I’ve bet so dear. Yeah, I might have cried over a twenty-page research proposal but I also laughed so hard the next day. I stressed out over three test and five quizzes and a paper all due in the same week but I spent the weekend dancing around frat houses with friends. Every single one of those memories, good and bad, I’m thankful for.