So throw away stuff you don't need in the end, Keep what's important, Know who's your friend

The last week has been a roller-coaster of activities, and they are both happily and sadly over. The rest of Senior week was enjoyable.

1) Some highlights included drinking a lot of free alcohol, stealing chairs from Wendy's, enjoying time with my friends, etc.

2) The commencement rehearsal felt like a waste of time. It wasn't as long as I had thought, but still, I feel that it wasn't completely necessary. But neither were those CORE courses like Bio 100 in the beginning of college. I also decided to get a little nervous when I went out to dinner with my mom and grandmother following the commencement rehearsal. Way to go Pittelli, you've had all semester to look for a job, and you decide to get nervous the day before graduation. But once I woke up Saturday morning, I felt fine.

3) Commencement itself was decent. The speaker, for all intensive purposes, sucked. I'm sorry to all of you math/science people, but please, from now on, leave the speaking to those in the social sciences/humanities. Even though we can be long winded, at least it is easier for us to construct decent speeches. To each his own though.

It felt bittersweet up there getting our pseudo-diploma, all the hard work for 4 years is now over. Something very interesting happened at graduation; I began to replay my college career had I went down different paths. What brought this on was seeing different groups of friends together. What would have happened had I not swam, or joined a fraternity, or became real close with a group of friends in Jones freshman year, and lived with them for the past 3 years. Who knows. For a little while I was jealous of the last group mentioned. The seniors that had met a group on their own, and stayed close with them for 4 years. I wondered, had I missed out on that?

But as always, I realized that I wouldn't give up swimming for anything in the world, or the people I have met along the way.

4) Packing up Ward felt harder than graduation. I think it is because I lived there for 2 years, so it really felt like home. Sure it is a dump, but it's my dump, and I enjoyed living there. But it is done. One part of my life is over.

5) I'm home now, and not unpacked. I'm not even close to starting.