And so it ends. . .

My freshman year at college comes to a close. Goodbye thirty grand and one year of my life. This year brought its share of success and failure with it. I fell in love with poetry, literature, and theatre all over again. I earned high marks in several classes, scraped by in a few others, and even dropped one. I got my first lead role in any production ever. I got drunk for the first and probably the last time in my life. I pursued a few romantic interest, which in turn were filled with their own successes and failures. Two of them were just mistakes at parties. I had my first break up and my first full fledged relationship. And I may be in love for the first time. I changed my career path twice, and my roommate once. I learned how unbearable it can be to live with someone, and I also learned how rewarding it can be. I wrote some poems I am proud of and several I am not. I skipped class for the first time, and I earned a reputation for being late. I think I found out more about who I am, and I feel like I'm more comfortable with it now. I learned to be spontaneous, and I learned that I have more to offer this world than I had first believed. I have also discoverd several faults in myself, namely an need to be validated, lack of punctuality, laziness, and heedlessnes. I made a lot of friends and a few enemies. I'm saying goodbye to Plunket forever, and I'm saying goodbye to a few friends for now. This summer I'll see if I can get another job or if this relationship can survive a two hour distance.