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Last First Day

Last First Day

I didn't picture myself writing this blog at home. As I sat at the dining room table, cornbread browned in the oven, NFL football blared from the living room, and the trees sparkled with frozen crystals of ice in the sunlight. I was supposed to be in Clinton, snuggled on the love seat in my tiny apartment, savoring a hot cup of tea, only a stone's throw from the campus that I have called home for nearly four years. That was the setting I imagined writing about my last first day of class, yet things change. The fact that my last first day has come announces this truth: things do, in fact, change. This day signifies that what once began will draw to a close.