Just so that it goes on record, this is really the first time that I have ever really wanted to go home after the end of a school year. Normally, you would catch me saying just the opposite, that I prefer the solitude of my own room and being with my friends here at Wabash.

This has been true when I have gone back for our Fall and Spring Breaks, but less so for both Christmas and Thanksgiving. Point is, I often see going home as a kind of unannounced return. It is alright to say that I enjoy the drive between Crawfordsville and Greencastle more than the arrival.

Let me also express that I am writing this at 8:30 on the Saturday night before I am supposed to be moved out of my little Fortress of Solitude, never to see it again until this coming August.

There is a sense of intense ponderance on what events, both big and small, have occurred in the last year. It was by far my most challenging couple of semesters, because this year marked the real beginning of the "hunker-down" of the Wabash student.

Watch for an article that will be written by my after Comprehensive Exams, and you will understand what I mean by that. This was only just the beginning. I am happy to go home because I am tired, and, I admit, I need to get away for some time.

This adventure is over...for now. It is also never over until the actual end has come. Soon I will be driving on a weekly basis, starting this Monday, to my job working in the Firearms Unit at the Government Center in Indianapolis.

It promises to be an interesting kind of work, judging by what I have been told as to what will be expected. It's not a bad place for a Wabash Man to get his name in the ear of the Indiana State Police; I'm sure I will be better for the experience and will appreciate the opportunity I have been given (no thanks to Wabash).

My studies are not, by any means, supposed to be over just because school is out of session. I will have to do some reading to prepare for my final leg in my History courses. My German needs some work too, a lot of work, especially with speaking. My course for English is solid, but will just have to contemplate about how things will fall in that. And then there is the scary prospect of triple Comps.

I'll let my friends and peers from Wabash reading this let that sink in. It is not official on paper, but it is the direction I have decided to take. No, I am not angry at something, and I don't think of it as a kind of suicide.

But I will say that I am kind of scared of what is to come. I think that I am allowed that for right now. But I am too far in to quit now, and that applies to everything as I leave campus as a rising senior.