Here I sit, semi-comfortable in the knowledge that in 17 weeks I will be what employers refer to as a "college graduate", although at this juncture I'm not entirely certain what that means. In my case, it will more than likely involve grad school. Grad school will hopefully involve some composition classes (but probably not) because I seem to have slacked off in the past few years. Maybe clepping out of comp 1 and 2 wasn't such a cool idea... wait! What am I saying? Of course it was. It's one of the reasons I'm out of this place an entire semester earlier than they would like, and certainly one later than I would like. Eitherway, I can't wait to hang a 30+ thousand dollar piece of paper on my wall. I can't imagine how much it would cost without scholarships... you think they throw in the frame for free?
Anywho, I'm here, alone in a town where water sits still. And although my body drove here, my heart went to Conway... I must now find something edible and nourishing. Prepare thyselves for boredom blogging.
In need of some aerial convogination,
Jeff C.
