Today ends my fourth semester at college. It means a lot of things to me: saying goodbye to all my friends, cleaning, leaving the suite for the last time. I'm not so sad about leaving the suite, at least not the way I was about moving out of my room last year. I suppose it helps when you want to light one of your roommates on fire. I'm really looking foward to living in an apartment next year, but there's a few months between then and now. I don't want to go home and leave my college family. I have a few summer plans, but now I dread the months that I used to look forward to so much.

I've watched a lot of people change of the course of this year, for better and for worse. It hasn't been a smooth year for me, so I'm not entirely sure where I stand right now. I hope that I'm a better person, but I don't exactly have an objective opinion here, so I can't judge it.

I shouldn't stay too  long, so I'll just leave you with my summer plans for jobs in this floundering economy, totally stolen from the Arrogant Worms.

I used to be a 'sitter and I made a living fine

I walked to work each day and had lots of sleepy time
But the kid was tough and times were hard, the patience wasn't there
Then the school took my cash and told me fair is fair

I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no,

"Hire you now," they'd always laugh, "we just let twenty go!"

Lawn-mowing promised me a measly little sum
but I've got too much pride to end up just another bum

Then I thought who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?

I'm gonna be a PIRATE on the river of Chemung!