I think I'm supposed to have something incredibly insightful to say at this point. Or at least make some kind of post about all the joys of college. People keep asking me if I'm sad to be leaving. I think they expect the answer to be "Yes", but it really isn't. I'm going to miss some people, but I'm not to miss being here. I've decided that there are two kinds of graduates, those who are all nostalgic and leave with tears in their eyes and then there are those who are just so "done" with it all that they border on bitter and cynical. I think I fall into the second category. I'm not angry, I'm not sorry that I came to school here, and I am thankful for the experiences that I've had here. But instead of finding myself wanting to make peace with everything and being all happy "Oh I just love everything, I'm going to miss it, I can't wait to come back and visit," I find myself wanting to burn bridges. I keep having to bite my tongue to keep from saying things that I know I shouldn't say. It's this sense that it doesn't really matter what I saw because I'm leaving anyway and they can't really do anything to me. You'd think at this point I'd want to be nice here at the end, leave everyone with a nice final impression.
And I'm not particularly inclined to spend all my time trying to get in one last visit with all my friends either. I know I should want to, but I just want to go home. I just want my family to get here and I want to go home. It's like my brain has mentally skipped over graduation and moved on to the summer. I keep expecting it to hit. I keep expecting to have this moment where it all becomes real and I realize that I am graduating. Maybe tommorow.....