What would I be if I didn't mention the fact that it's only one week until Chichester's Class of 2006 graduates?
It's amazing. I'm sure that we've all heard enough people amazed and bewildered by the passage of time. Swift footed time. How does it do that? I still don't know. I think it has something to do with fairy dust and trolls.
Come a week from tomorrow, we'll no longer be the class of 2006. We'll be a disparate group of young adults attending different universities, colleges, trade schools, and jobs. The only unifying thread between us will be our memories, which will fade, and our diplomas, which will be placed in a box somewhere to be forgotten.
I suppose I am being overly cynical. In truth, many of us will keep in touch. Some of us may even stay close friends. But most of us will fade into the deep recesses of pleasant nostalgia. And believe it or not, Chi will go on.
A mini death is ahead of us, and like all victims of mortis, we must remember that the world does not end with us. Somehow, amazingly, it does not.
But for us, it is the end. And the beginning.