You saw me through it all - senior year.
Gucci ReplicaYou read along as I ranted about the dreaded and torturous process of completing college applications. You felt my growing pains as I reluctantly celebrated my 18th birthday and my initiation into the world of anti-aging. You waited - and waited and waited - with me as I, a nervous wreck, checked the mailbox every day for those sacred college letters.
And you even watched as the column catapulted me to nationally renowned status - a veritable target of the paparazzi, fiendish fans and gossip magazines across the country.
Oh wait, I think that may have been a dream ...
But, my readers, all three of you, endured with me one of the most excruciating experiences of my life, an experience that haunted me every fourth Friday when my column would come out, leaving me to cower in shame.
Yes, you were forced to endure my awful head shot, the frizzy brown hair, the ruddy cheeks and the Chicletlike teeth; the headshot that just screams "awkward years!"
Blancpain WatchTwelve months ago I anticipated that never having to view the dreadful head shot again would bring sheer joy and celebration. Now, although I will be glad to never have to lay eyes on Breguet Replica Watches that monstrosity, I am sad that I can no longer rant about, rave on and relish in hot topics with you (or even use really bad alliterative verbs).
I thought the end of the column would mean the end of writer's block, of sleepless nights that left me wondering why in the world anyone would have given me such an open forum in the first place. Of course, I have a new writer's block to look forward to, the kind induced by intimidating college professors who want 10,000-page papers on The Absurdist Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah-Wah History of the Ancient Blahdee-Blahdee-Blah Civilization by this time tomorrow.
But that writer's block will not be nearly as rewarding (unless, of course, I manage to squeak out an A). It will not lead to Baume & Mercier Watch a phone call with my eager grandmother who has all her friends at Harbor's Edge reading my latest articles. It will not allow me to cross paths with readers at the pool, the grocery store, the gym, church or school - all people who encouraged and prodded me with supportive words.
As a child of the Information Age, I thought it would be essential to my happiness and success as a college coed to purchase all of the latest technological devices that would keep me in total sync with, well, myself.
After scouring over the owner's manuals, however, I know that my MacBook, iTouch and Blackberry will have a more rewarding and in- sync relationship with each other than they will with me.
Ever the organization freak, I thought I would be totally thrilled to pack up and compartmentalize my life into two cars and send it to my dorm in Lexington, where it would continue to be folded, stacked, stuffed and squeezed (again, sorry with the alliteration) into various trunks, drawers and cabinets. Christian Dior Watches But now I know that those things are not my life. That remains here with my mom, my dad, my brothers, my sister and all of you who spurred me along the way.
Thank you.
Tricia King, a freshman at Washington and Lee University in Lexington,
