In the beginning...

I remember it like it was yesterday. Seven semesters down, one to go, and I was manipulating my schedule to give me two days of class a week. I was already throwing away fliers reminding me to order pictures and graduation announcements because I knew I'd forget anyway. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

What was I going to do next? How could I possibly delay entrance into reality?

I turned my application in two weeks later.