I'm restless. That is the best I can describe how I feel right now. I don't want to do anything involving school. I feel as if I am done; my gut is yelling at me that I have already graduated it's summer stop going back to the building you've been trapped in for the past five years!

Yet here I am, battling an extreme case of writer's block. That can happen to you when you're a second-semester senior who recently completed all of the work that had been put off for months in some cases.

I guess all I have to say is, it was worth the trip. For all the times I wanted to leave to transfer, to not be here, where I felt that I was under a magnifying lens all the time … it shaped who I am. Yes, there are downsides, like too much work and being in close quarters with people you seem to have known almost as long as you've been alive, but they all sort of go away senior year.

What I have is not what I would call nostalgia, but more like gratitude. Uni has been my life for some of my most formative years, and I wouldn't be where I am today without it. I wouldn't be going to the same college, have the same friends, or, based on what I know about who I was before Uni, be anyway near the same person.

So I guess thanks are in order. To the teachers who dealt with all of us hoodlums even when we stopped listening or turning in assignments on time and started talking back. To my classmates, some of whom I didn't appreciate until this year (and trust me, underclassmen, you will start to appreciate your own classmates when the time comes as well). And to the staff and administration: Thanks for making me realize that the real world is bigger than me and my friends.

But it's not all about me, and so it is with that realization that I bid farewell to the institution that shaped me, for better or for worse, and get ready to move on to the next stage of my life. I hope you now realize that it all meant enough to me that I actually broke through my writer's block for you. So here's to the future … whatever that is.