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As I am writing this, I haven't really had more than 5 hours of sleep per night over the last couple of weeks, and I have just returned from a play I was in. If the level of adrenaline in my system could be a negative value, it probably would be.

But I am also writing this with an oxymoronic feeling of gloomy joy. I've done it. Most of it, at least. I am graduating in a month, and my sleepless nights, RedBull breakfasts and five o'clock showers will be nothing but a sweet memory documented here and there on the pages of the yearbook (without the showers part, I hope...).

Yes, as you might've guessed already it's a reminiscent, shoe-box kind of column. And in that shoe box I have all the musts of AUBG life: creepy roommates, overexposed relationships, overdue papers and assignments, super time-consuming extracurricular activities... the Cape Cod sand-in-my-shoes type of a feeling. It all comes down to one piece of paper (in color) and an overpriced folder. And, of course, gigabytes of smiling faces. We are so hi-tech now.

But really all those smiley moments are the ones worth hanging on to. I won't (hopefully) remember neither the absurdity of quarreling over the non-existent fish in the improbable senior gift - the Aquarium (which only just reminds me of a catchy jingle from one of the radios on CC "Zooquarium, zooquarium, just might be more fun than the sea"), or the overwhelming excitement of the audience (which was so flabbergasted that they couldn't wait for the end to discuss) when performing in my very last play here.

These were some pretty eventful four years. I've gone from feeling all awkward and puzzled about how people could have THAT much stuff to do so that they can't go out to Underground on a Thursday night, to being one of those people. And I dare say freshmen are silly little animals for they all suffer from the same syndrome: "I'm fresh, so exciting." No, that's a song. On the other hand, one of my best friends, then a senior, told me when I was a sophomore: "sophomores are the most annoying, they think they have God on speed-dial." Juniors... I skip that, just to get to the senior part. I'll sum it up in one sentence - my best year here so far.

So, although I have managed to prevent myself, somewhat successfully, from going all sobby before I start packing, I cannot bring myself to believe that a period in one's life can end so abruptly. Ta-da, here's your diploma, go play.

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