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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

My Own Way

August 25, 1994

I was nervous as all get out(remember that phrase? wtf did that mean?). What was this college shit? They sat us down during "freshman orientation lecture" and said, "Look at the person sitting to each side of you. Only one of you will finish school."

I thought it would be me. I always got A's in school. Hell, I even started college a year early. I was the geek. Little did I know, I was fed up with being the kid that always did whatever I thought people expected of me.

So I rebelled and did what none expected; I smoke, drank, skipped class, and got C's. I disobeyed my parents and gave up their financial support in order to do what I wanted. But I'm not going to harp on that; Water under the proverbial bridge.

Let's just say that my path took me elsewhere.

December 14, 2005

Tonight I finished the coursework for my Bachelors Degree. As soon as my grades are officially in (sometime before next Monday), I will be a graduate from Robert Morris University.

It's about f'ing time, huh? So, tonight I mark the end of one leg of a long and winding journey. I left the path to find my own way for a while. Though it doesn't mean an immediate change for me, it does, in a way, prove that I could do it. I was the one of out of the three.

...Or maybe all three of us made it. I'd like to think so.


At 12/16/2005 9:46 PM, Blogger honeykbee's whiny, bitch-ass comment is...

Good for you, man, good for you. Very proud. (very touching piece, btw)


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