Well, I'm done with my last issue of the Gargoyle. I feel like the next sequence of entries here is just going to be me chronicling my "last"s, much like I did when I graduated from high school. As with then, though, there's no feeling of closure or emotional outpouring. The best I could muster was kind of a gentle melancholy, and that was just for about 15 minutes on Monday.But Gargoyle, I mean it's basically been my college career. I made all my friends there. I spent countless hours working on it. I spend a lot of my spare time thinking about it. I guess I might be helping out the new editors over the summer, but other than that, there's really nothing left for me to do for magazine. Throughout the year, I've been telling people that I just wanted it--all of it, Gargoyle, college, etc.--to hurry up and be over.
The truth is, though, that I'll have no idea what to do with myself without Gargoyle to worry about. Guess I might have to get a social life. And look for a job. I'll be a happy girl if I can get a job that inspires the same dedication and passion in me as the Gargoyle. I have a feeling that that's not something you come across every day.
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