I sit here studying for the last final I will ever take at San Jose State University. I sit within the walls that I grew up in. I turned ten where I sit today, and I will be turning 20 next year within four completely foreign walls. I will be at a whole new university, I will be among brand new people, I will be a Triton. I am anxious for tomorrow, I am nervous, I am counting down the minutes. Tomorrow is so many things, I don’t know what to think. It’s the end to one chapter. It’s the beginning to a new one. But there’s four months in between that are yet to be figured out. Will I be here? Will I be down there? It’s a mess. I don’t know what classes to take. Will I be able to handle it? Is it smart to take a certain class now and wait for another? What’s the RIGHT thing to do? It’s all a mess. But to tell you the truth, it’s a good mess. It’s a mess I am so happy to be in. 

In 25 hours I will no longer be a Spartan. In 25 hours I will be saying hello to yet another beautiful summer. My life is about to change, in 25 hours.