Among April showers and with May right around the corner, graduation will soon rear it's ugly head. Although, as I was telling Stasha earlier today, there are moments (like today's) in which I just want Yale to be over. I want to get over this part of my life. I've made all the friends I'm going to make. We all want to get on with exciting new segments of our lives. I'm moving ever north to the great red school where I will probably betray my entire training as a chemist and turn to something organic.
I'm the most exotic friend I'll make (and believe me I don't think I was friends with myself before). I'm done with Yale's sleepless night's (say hello to Harvard sleepless nights). There won't be more significant encounters, only a close encounter which is the horrible mindset that takes over when there are a lot of people and a lot of events crammed into a short period of time.
More time I spend at Yale is more time for things to go wrong.
So I'm sad. I'm happy. I'm confident I'll finish. I'm confident I'm vain. I'm confident I will not like any of the pictures that will go up.
These past four years have been my happiest, only because I feel like every year I leave behind me was a shame or a waste so I think that next year, with a fresh start, I'll pull it all together.
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Bright College years, with pleasure rife,
The shortest, gladdest years of life;
How swiftly are ye gliding by!
Oh, why doth time so quickly fly?
The seasons come, the seasons go,
The earth is green or white with snow,
But time and change shall naught avail
To break the friendships formed at Yale.
In after years, should troubles rise
To cloud the blue of sunny skies,
How bright will seem, through mem'ry's haze
Those happy, golden, bygone days!
Oh, let us strive that ever we
May let these words our watch-cry be,
Where'er upon life's sea we sail:
"For God, for Country and for Yale!"
