Well, here it is.
This is my swan song. The whole kit and kaboodle. One last hurrah. The curtains have come down. My story ends here.
Now’s the end of this chapter. The tides are turning. The sun is setting. All good things must come to an end. Let bygones be bygones.
The last tango. My grand finale. It’s the bottom of the ninth. I’ve hit the two-minute warning. It’s all said and done.
I’m at a pivotal crossroads at my life. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. From here, my journey gets interesting. Every score has been settled. Every battle has been fought.
The finish line is within reach. I’ve put my blinders on. This is my race to run. Four years have come and gone in the blink of an eye. Soon, our time here will be up.
It’s time for the end. Where is the “good” in good-bye? Being strong sometimes means being able to let go. I’m torn between what was and what could be.
We only part to meet again. The song has ended, but the melody lingers on. There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go.
True good-byes are the ones never said or explained. Graduating college in four years is like leaving a party at 10:30. The important thing is the educational experience itself — how to survive it.
The direction in which education starts a man will determine his future. Education is the best provision for old age. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Graduation isn’t the closing of a door, it’s the opening of a thousand. Graduation is not the end, but the beginning of our bigger life and bigger challenges in life to face.
Some people think Graduation Day is the end. It’s just the beginning. From hard work comes great rewards. Education has bitter roots but bears sweet fruits.
The end of one step leads to the next. Graduation is the last step that will take you to where you always wanted to go. It is just the spark to a fire; in order to keep it going you have build up a stack of knowledge logs.
OK, enough with the introductory clichés. Now onto my farewell column.
My time at Binghamton University taught me that college is about having the freedom to do what you truly want to do and say what you really want to say, because you’ll blink your eyes as a terrified freshman and open them to find yourself in a green cap and gown.
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Whoops.