in summary, i can do a little dance
My first year of college is over. About two hours ago I completed my EF exam and last night was my MultiVar final. This semester has been an improvement entirely. A consummate improvement over the more so slackness of the previous. I am very proud.
Thus my freshman Virginia Tech experience closes and reaches its finis. This is about the time when sentimentality reaches a peak, further still, hope is often stimulated by culmination. I prefer to blog a little more sentimental-like for the moment. Here following is my ascertained knowledge from my first two semesters of VATech. Enjoy.
It takes 10.25 minutes to walk from my room to McBryde at a healthy pace, 10 to walk back.
Dietrick is to be avoided at all costs (with the exception of luaus), especially when they are serving a special Mexican dinner.
Bollo’s thrice a week keeps all aggrivation away. (Starbucks next semester[s]).
Four laps around the NRV mall equals one mile.
I will forever be a poor college student, or at least really cheap.
Chicken Diablo has no resemblance to its Macado’s quesadilla counterpart; in fact Owen’s Dining Hall version of chicken diablo is no more than fried chicken soaked in nacho cheese. Yeah.
James Glanville was made to do prominent, highly-involved chemical research in total isolation, not tp teach chemistry to freshmen engineering students.
Roger Chang was once as angel and sacrificed himself to teach physics to freshmen; his relinquishment of power will forever be honored. He is also the smartest human being ever.
Bread bowls at Owen’s are so worth the 50 cents. “Come give them a hug.”
If Virginia Tech students were made of wind power turbines for one year, the combined energy produced would keep Vegas rolling for decades.
Mocking anything related to VT or its mascot calls for immediate action and discipline, even if you are a guest musician performing at Burrus Hall.
Radford is ghetto. Or at least a wannabe.
The Math Emporium is indescribably unfortunate. While it is composed of 505 iMacs, they are only used to help students complete their online math courses. Thus the place is loathed, even though I like being around all of the Macs 
Fires don’t make the fire alarms go off; dorm pranks do.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. ‘Nough said.
Finals produce headaches, junkfood appetites, and a desire for Starbucks ice cream (which I would not quickly associate with junk food, thus it is separate from the earlier category).
Only the cool people workout at McComas in the early morning. I am cool.
I could go on, but I need to pack. But let me jump back.
After I turned in my EF exam, Prof. Waldron offered me a grading job for the fall semester for her EF classes. Pay is nice for easy work. I might accept. But I must consider my 22 hours of work (19 credits) and my mentor position as well. Although…this would be really nice. Anyways.
And following the morning exam, Abigail and I went to Gillie’s for a last breakfast. T’was wonderful and vegetarian.
I’ll miss Abigail. Looks like lots of beach trips though