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Whelp, I ended my college career with a 4.0 year.

That’s… definitely something! I’m kind of proud of myself for sticking to it and making that happen. I was stressed out, but I worked hard, and I suppose this is my reward.

Was it worth it? Eh, not really, but whatever. It basically just highlights how fucked up my college path was. I could have, easily, been getting 4.0s the entire time. But I let depression fuck me over, and I ran from things that stressed me out to help me recover, and all kinds of stupid shit happened. Yay for me.
It is kind of a shame, though. There was a twinge of guilt when I saw everyone at the commencement who graduated with honors, and I was not among them, due to said fuck-ups. Still, the guilt was more for my parents. I was worried they would be pissed at me for not getting it. But I think they were just happy that I finally got to that point. Hell, I know I was.

In the end, I know the grade doesn’t really matter. Hell, it’s not like what I got wasn’t decent. I ALMOST graduated Cum Laude. It’s the diploma that counts. And hell, I got that. Or, you know… I will when they send them out in a few weeks in the mail. Heh.

But yeah, everything has past. Does my life feel different, now that I graduated? Nope. Not in the least. I’m still playing the same video games, talking to the same people… it’s going to hit me when people start moving away, which will happen. That’ll be sad times. But life moves on, and I have to move on if I want to be happy.
Have to move on and make things happen.
Have to.

Yeah.