And now being on the verge of my fourth year here I realize that I still have those feelings, maybe not all in the same exact versions, but nevertheless the same. I guess I haven't changed, really, as much as I thought I did. I still have the same insecurities, the same doubts, the same hopes and dreams as I did four years ago. All that is different are the people, the places, and the things that surround me. Is that normal? Part of me thinks that other people feel like that yet another part of me just yearns to feel like I've accomplished something more than a GPA and 3/4 of a bachelor's degree. There are days when I've wished these few coming years away in order to be outta here and into the "real" world because that's what I thought I wanted. But at this moment that is all ridiculous. In reality, I'm really frightened. I have so much growing up to do before I head out of this place and into the real world. They don't teach you those kinds of things in college. I guess deep down I know that I'm right where I'm supposed to be and I guess it's taken me the last three years to find that out.
Ah well. I guess it's probably a good thing to be able to look back on those last few years with a smile and realize that I'm still me. Who the hell cares if I'm just as nervous, scared, excited, naive as I was when I got here. No matter who, what, when, where, why the situation I've stood the test of time - and I will continue to do so for the rest of my time here.