By Sarah Weigum
What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
(T. S. Eliot, Little Gidding)
Last week I turned 22 and next week I will hand in the last essay of my undergraduate career. If, like me, you’ve followed the general timetable set forth by the modern education system, then these two events have occurred reasonably near each other for you also. Of course, some of you will be 21 or 26 or 45 when you walk across that stage, shake hands with the president, and giddily grasp that fake diploma.
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