he stole love and beauty

today i had my last class as a polytechnic student and most likely my last class ever as a student. i look back on the past 3 years and i guess the phrase "almost there" sums up my poly life. more or less everything i've done was an "almost there," never really managing to accomplish anything major.

almost there in terms of results, scoring mostly Bs. almost there in many other aspects that i suppose some of you know and some don't. if you don't, I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU.

the 3 years was also filled with instances of teenaged debauchery in all shapes and forms, except for the most extreme of cases (because i still have some self-control). basically everything that a teenager can and will do, which is a good thing considering i'll be losing my 'teenager' status soon and along with it comes the percieved inability to participate in such irresponsible activities. at least i can (proudly) say "i've done it before."

perhaps the one thing i've missed out on was a good dose of teenage romance, which is said to be the sweetest of all. so i've missed out on the best part... great. but no worries, i still have till november to sort that out, hopefully.

and today during class we watched voices of iraq. one of the iraqis said of saddam: "he stole love and beauty." i wish i had to ability to do that too.