Impending Doom

After a failed attempt at reading past the first chapter of Michel De Montaigne's "The Complete Essays", the light bulb embedded on my brain started to flicker. On. Off. On. Off. A sense of dread filled my stomach up to the brim. Holy Cow! I'm going to graduate in a year. A pitiful sob/snort reverberated throughout my room as I realized the full context of my self-pity. We, seniors, only have a year to live out our legacy. Only one year until we go on our own path.