Like a Paladin achieving wholeness with the Light, I have reached the end of a grand episode. From behind a smoking gun, I stand proudly. My quest is concluded only with rolling credits to follow. The conclave of gems I have been associated under are no longer in control over me. I have long since outgrown them; their insignificant nurturing’s hardly worth an ounce of tribute. Six years is a long time. I think after offering one quarter of my life thus far to them, I would have been resting easy with the bounties of dedication. Not even a single benefit was passed my way. Instead, I was accused of not being dedicated, for not living, eating, and breathing the will of the great empire. I could even mention the tenth of a cent I illegally miss out on. Nepotism doesn’t make you anything more than a chunk of compact carbon. You might be shiny and sparkly and proud, but it will be you who’s wrapped around the fingers of those who are smart enough to realize your errs.
In more important news, the opening night for “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown” is this Saturday. I hope to see you all there.
I spent the night in Oneonta last night with Linzzy. I wish I had another semester or two there. She is so incredible.