Come to think of it...

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The end of the school year is fast approaching. Though I'm excited to end this school year with a bang and a trip to the States, I'm also saddened to see it go.

This school year has given me quite a few opportunities to present myself as a useful member and student of its campus. I'm glad to say that my grades have improved since I first entered the college phase. My outlook on life is a bit more down-to-earth as well; I'm not as "touchy" or "sensitive" as I used to be. Believe me when I say it's a good thing.

My decision to stick with Sociology has given me a whole new viewpoint of what the world is like. It's certainly a more fun perspective than I initially assumed. Even video games have begun to look a little differently... but that's for another time I guess.

I swear I've spoken of my newfound love of Sociology before... it may be that I've forgotten.

In other news, 2011 is well underway and so far, I've kept my resolution.

What's my resolution, you ask? Simple: Be as awesome as possible.
I think I'm doing well enough in that department.

Here's a little four line ditty for your minds to chew on:

What I hold, I do not hold with my fingers;
rather, it holds me; yet
I am free to do what I like, when I like.
I am free to be, simply, me.
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Cheers!

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