This is one of the few times in college that an assigned book has meant more to me than course material. It reminded me of what literature can do. One college lesson I'll always remember is how much academia ruined for me. I'm not talking about my life and future (because I'm really banking on academia helping in those departments), but it has really changed how I read novels and how I approach subjects that I'm otherwise just curious about. School weighs me down with testing and grades-- all I want to do is know. Why do they care how much?
Can you tell I'm ready to graduate?