What a difference a year makes...

last year, on this date, I had my heart broken. Ripped into a million pieces and scattered about the ocean. What a difference a year makes.

I am so non-confrontational that I'll do anything to avoid it. I'll accept total blame where it should be partial; ignore in the hopes it'll go away; pray that my temper doesn't blow when it finally reaches that breaking point.

you know, its so ironic how last Thursday night the Greys Anatgomy episode was centralized around a woman with a brain tumor. Her family thought that she had made up this man; that she was crazy because she had fallen in love with someone she'd never met. Turns out, she wasn't. And the man showed up. She didn't give up hope. What a difference a year makes.

Lots on my mind tonight. Lots of frustration and aggravation.

I'm leaving tomorrow on a jet plane....

peace.

Graduation... again.

Okay. I really want to walk. Talk about a last minute decision.

Graduation, part deux...

It was exactly 4 years ago, May 14, 2004, when I graduated with my bachelors degree from Auburn University. I remember being excited, anticipating walking across that stage and recieving my diploma from the university where I had been a student for the previous four years, accumulating years of hard work and personal challenge. My years at Auburn were puncuated with the beginning some of the strongest friendships I still have, the ending of others, strengthing of ones that I already had... of finding out who I was, cultivating that person and being willing to accept that change was a necessary part of life. I loved, absolutely LOVED my time at Auburn and it was a bittersweet day on that Saturday morning when I accepted my Bachelor of Arts diploma. The culmination of years of hard work and dedication leading up to one moment of finality. A day when my friends were there, my best friends, my family... it was a perfect day.

Fast forward 4 years....

Graduation, May 10th, 2008. Columbus State University. I'm not so much excited, or filled with anticipation. More apprehensive. First, I'm not walking... a decision I haven't really decided if I'm okay with. I originally had made the decision because I didn't want to have to choose going to the state tennis championship to cheer on my siblings or going to graduation. I'm okay with that decision, but I wonder if I'll regret it two, three years from now. I guess we'll see. And I'm apprehensive because there has been such a problem with my credit hours this last semester. I'm really just excited to move on and start school again in August of '09.