5.4.16
undergrad is over.
17 years of school.
bound together by plastic binding
like my honor's thesis
or the folder that i turn in for my poetry class
my supervisor asked me today how i felt
i told her i didn't know how i felt
fortunately, she helped me process my emotions
help the gravity of it all sink inside me
she told me i should feel excited
that i just completed my bachelor's
as she said bachelor's, i started to sink
when she said that i changed my life trajectory of my familY
setting a precedent
gaining new privileges
i swore.
i had a long conversation with a friend about our past experiences
with PSC, ASUC, UCSB
i realized how much the PSC has meant to me
how graduating doesn't mean good bye
just a longer away time to visit and revisit