01 May 2002 - 12:13 p.m.

...and realizes that today might be her last class ever with Prof. McHotHot.

For the first time, I'm facing graduation with a pang, an actual hurting inside, reverberating around in my chest, tightening in my vocal chords kind of pang.

I want to cry make it go away, but I can't do that here, because then I'd be my boss. If I wait until class, I'll be this guy . Granted, I could always get my foot stuck in a garbage can and explain that I was just pretending to be that guy, but I don't know.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: