Well, most of you probably already know, but my schedule this semester is pretty sweet…and pretty terrifying. I’m taking 18 hours in class, on Tuesdays and Thursdays only. I have class from 8:00 am till 8:15 pm both days, with a break on thursday in the middle. On top of that, I’m finishing 9 hours of independent study gen eds. So basically, I’m a nut. If I can pull it off, in May I will have graduated with 134 hours and two separate degrees in three years. That’s right, I graduated high school two and a half years ago, and I graduate in May, Lord willing.

I’m sorry if I sound like I’m bragging. I’m really not. You don’t have to be terribly smart to do what I’m doing. In fact, I think it helps to be a little stupid (cause who would do this otherwise?). Now don’t think that I haven’t had fun all this time, cause it’s been a blast!

Freshman year, I shared a room with an interesting fellow - he is from Peru, and for some reason has an olfactory fetish. His cologne cocktails before going out were daring, bold, and almost suffocating. But I love the guy. I wish him best of luck in all he does!

That same semester, two amazing things happened. I met my future best friend in the world, Seth, and I started dating my other best friend, Heather. I don’t know how it all happened, but to find two people you can completely click with - be honest, goofy, serious, and encouragin, to name just a few of the benefits - and be fortunate enough to watch them become permanent features of your life - it’s incredible. I am so blessed.

Seth and I proceeded to start watching Friends on DVD, eventually making it through nine of the ten seasons. It is not the world’s most incredible show, but sharing it with a friend and starting all sorts of ritual traditions made it a blast. We were able to jam together, watch movies, and eat free Chipotle on Halloween, in spite of my talking on the phone to Heather several hours a day, at least at times. Yeah, Freshman and Sophomore years, I don’t think I actually did that much work. Or if I did, I never really noticed in the midst of all the fun.

Middle of Sophomore year, I got a vision for the two degrees in three years thing, and somehow made it work, with the help of fifty incredible advisors, academic and personal.

And now, here I am, truly the luckiest man alive. The luckiest crazy man alive. I’m ready to be done with school, but I know I’m gonna miss this part of my life when it’s gone.

-dave

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