I am the walrus

We cleaned the newsroom today, and it's not even beginning to sink in that I am a ghost, basically gone. I can go back to school, but I'm a haunt, not relevent to the school anymore. The only time they'll ever really care about me again is graduation. Then they dismiss us and with a good riddance send us out to make our fortunes.

I am probably never going to see some of the people I played frisbee with last night ever again. It's surreal, and really kind of refreshing, to have that assurance. It gives a sense of impermanence to life itself, and makes constant change, if not enjoyable, at least exhilirating.