I have had this journal since I started college. Four years and four schools later, I have graduated with a BA in history. Needless to say, I'm not much better off than when I started out. I like to think that I've learned a few things though.
I've learned not to binge drink or smoke to solve my problems. I've made a few friends. I've learned how to dance (or at least not to be self-conscious when flailing about with the other people on the dance floor.) I've learned how to travel and not get lost (or at least not to panic when lost.) I've learned what "nonplussed" means. I've learned when to talk and when to shut up (most of the time.) I even learned a little history.
I haven't found my soul mate. I haven't had sex in Venice. I haven't killed anyone with a sniper rifle from a hotel window. I haven't learned to hold my alcohol. I haven't mastered driving a stick-shift or become fluent in another language (although I'd like to think that my Spanish and Italian have improved.) I haven't discovered the meaning of life or overcome my fear of flying. (If anything it's gotten worse.)
But (God-willing) my journey isn't over yet.
Right now I'm working in the coffee shop and trying to find another job that will cover health benefits. In January, I'm going to the Holy Lands with my mom and her old Hebrew professor. Next summer, I hope to be on my way to Thailand to do a year-long volunteer program.
But that could change.
I've had a good run.
College wasn't all that they said it would be. But I've learned that things rarely match our expectations exactly. And it was worth my time.
I bid you all a very fond farewell.