I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy one Potions class, for all the people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.
In response to Writers, the fate of civilization is in your hands:
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
When I first joined Pottermore, I wanted to be in Gryffindor. Because – let’s face it – Harry, Ron, and Hermione are awesome. But it didn’t pan out that way.
One day, in one of my English classes this past year, my professor – who just happens to be the head of the English department at Randolph-Macon College – said something like this: “We don’t read for escapism. We read to critique.”
Today marks the third year I’ve had this blog. It’s been fun for me. I never imagined I’d have as many followers as I do. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. It’s only going to get better from here.
One last time,
Relax, have a drink with me
One last time.
Let’s take a break tonight
And then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye, to say goodbye.
You and I.
If there’s a reason I don’t seem enthusiastic about graduating college in a few weeks, it’s not because I don’t want to enjoy myself and be excited. I wish I was excited; people would stop questioning my mood. However, it’s not that simple.
Randolph-Macon College in Ashland, Virginia has been my home for the last four years. It hasn’t been easy, but somehow I’ve made it to the finish line. I’ve made some great friends and learned from amazing professors who’ve become my role models.
I don’t know how to let them go; I don’t know how to say goodbye. Can Christopher Jackson come over and teach me or something? Because just looking at the lyrics for “One Last Time” from Hamilton is making me tear up.
It’s bittersweet. As much as I don’t want to leave, I think I’m ready for the next step. And besides, if I never left undergrad, how could I go to grad school? How could I do more with my life? I couldn’t.
It’s not like I’m not going to keep in touch with people. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep in touch with my professors. After all, they’re the main reason I don’t want to leave in the first place. I’ve been able to turn to them for support when I’ve needed it – and believe me, I’ve needed a lot. I’d even go so far as to consider them my friends.
So again, it’s not that I’m moody on purpose. I just don’t quite know how to process what I’m feeling right now.