One final week...

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Appears to me to be the last week of the school year - afterwards, Auf Wiedersehen! I shall head back to my hometown for some genuine rest and relaxation; a much needed rest and relaxation. This school year has been one with expansive (and I guess you could say aggressive) growth on my part. No longer do I sit back and watch the show - I participate as well. And oh the things I have seen with my eyes and heard with my ears. It was glorious...

I certainly feel that the experiences I have gone through have tempered my personality in a way that is desirable and far more harmonious with friends and family - and strangers; you can't forget strangers. How many times have I said that I've changed throughout this school year? I feel like I'm boasting over and over that I have changed. Yet, here, on this minuscule corner of the Internet, I cannot properly prove that I have changed. For those who may know me intimately, you are the only witnesses who can attest to my transformation. For my acquaintances, I'm sorry, but what you are seeing was not who I was before. Had you met me a few years earlier, we probably would not be so acquainted. But fear not! My change in personality and character is not temporal! Hopefully it shall stay for good, for my sake - and everyone else's.

As the time draws near, I anticipate the revisiting of nostalgic sights and sounds - altogether familiar but also new in its current form...

Just a few days ago, I was on the verge of nervousness just thinking of the trip back to the States. Now... I fear the anticipation is bringing this nervousness back - building upon it, shaking it around and making me fight to keep myself in check so I can tackle the tasks I still have at hand. So far I'm holding the line, but I do not know when I may be pushed back to oblivion and engulfed by the nervousness.

Here's hoping my vacation matches my expectations.

And to all of you fellow XU-AdC students taking your finals, good luck to you all. We all need it.

Cheers!

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