May Day

It's almost time to put a period at the end of my college years. Tuesday at 2:00 p.m. I will be done until commencement on the nineteenth. I give it two thumbs up, but it's ending at the right time. I don't think I could handle anymore. I learned a lot, mostly about myself and all that stuff college is apparently about, but I also figured out what inspires me creatively and professionally. Now I just have to convince myself and my parents that all the tuition bills were worth it.

The last few weeks were challenging and stressful, but I survived. I'm proud of my thesis. Twenty-one poems from freshman to senior year that have been revised countless times. And the BFA thesis reading was the culmination of all four years of hard work summed up in seven minutes. It felt really, really good, so good that I'm ignoring everything I've learned in copyediting to include two "reallys." I was disappointed that a lot of my friends couldn't make it, but I've learned to move on. I was the one that needed this reading for myself. (And I was in such good company of other readers.)

I turn 22 on Monday. And then where the period ends, I guess an ellipsis (four-dot method, don't worry copyediting, I know!) begins....