If my life were a book, then my graduation would mark the close of the fifth chapter. It has been a long road to get to this point, and never an easy one. I remember my first year as being a nervous yet optimistic freshman. I lived in Langford Hall, participated in RHA, made a lot of friends along with one or two enemies, and skipped more classes than I should have. It was an enlightening time.
Since then, I have become a good deal wiser while artfully retaining my signature awkwardness. My class attendance has greatly improved and correspondingly so has my GPA. Where once my world was confined to the spheres of chasing girls and perfecting the art of wasting time, my perspective has since expanded, and while I cannot claim to be the most accomplished student on campus, I certainly can claim to be ending my college career on a personal high note.
Even as I look back on the journey from who I used to be to where I stand now, I am amazed at how far I have come and at everything I have accomplished. I have met all sorts of people, the good, the bad and the weird alike, and I have learned something from each of them. I have spent hours exploring the streets and stores of Bozeman, and I have spent even more time wandering the forests and mountains of the Gallatin Valley, and I know that I have barely scratched the surface of what this community has to offer.
Now my time at Bozeman has come to an end, and, sooner or later, I will have leave my home away from home and start chapter number six of the book that is my life. I do not know what the coming months and years have to offer me, be it fortune and fame, or ignominy and infamy, but regardless, my time at Montana State will define what is to come for me, and for that I will continue to be thankful.