Spring Break
Entering the final stage in my college journey with a bachelor's degree in sight, I look back over the past four years with mixed feelings. One part of me feels very sentimental about my memories and the times I have had. Another part thinks I could have learned all of the practical things that might actually be helpful in the future in about a quarter of the time I have spent in college.
Some people talk too much. That's the feeling I had as I drove home after spring break, my passenger chattering on beside me. To be fair, it was three in the morning, and my passenger had been charged with the task of keeping me awake and, in turn, the occupants of my car alive.
Thank God for computer-illiterate senior citizens. While not yet in the age-bracket where people give up their seats for me on the bus, I am old enough to still possess (and treasure) a Parker pen which requires ink cartridges. OK - it's not one of those ancient quills always thirsty for an ink well, but it does have a nice nib on it.
