I think I started off very well there but finished badly. I burned alot of bridges and didn't leave with many friends. Mea culpa. I think it bothers me because I have much less affinity for my alma mater because of it. I think it's also hard because it was such an important part of my life and I don't really have too many people (if any) that I can reminisce about it with. (awkward phrasing but i'm in the moment here.) Also, it's hard to get some perspective on things and why they happened the way they happened as well as getting some objectivity about the whole thing.
I might just delete this last post as it's hitting a bit too close to home.
Thank God nobody I know has any idea I have a blog. Makes me wonder why the hell I'm writing this if I'm not going to tell people about it. Perhaps I will. Not sure yet.
Sic transit gloria.