May 23rd is going to be, I'm sure, one of the most difficult and emotional days of my life. That's saying a lot.

I don't know how I'm going to deal with graduating, saying goodbye to everyone, and all the while stressing out over going to Portugal the next morning.

Gar. Hopefully by then I'll have a place set up here when I come back, that at least some of you will still be around, and after the craziness of my first trip to Europe, I'll have some time to adjust to Berkeley, Part II.

I just hope that my grad school career here, isn't some pale shadow of my undergrad years because you're all gone. But hey, I guess that's up to me.