its been three years since i graduated
the freshman class when i was a senior at vanderbilt is all grown up and just graduated
i feel strangely melancholic, knowing that now, if i ever go back to my alma mater, i will be a ghost, passing by unrecognized through the throngs of idealistic students
my name is maybe in the register, year book somewhere, my final paper still stocked in some absent-minded professor’s locker, but other than that, all that is left there are memories and a BIG stain in my freshman dorm room when i spilled soy sauce on the carpet…
but even that can be washed away, burned down, thrown out..until there is nothing left to prove that i was once there..just my personal conviction that i was
