Time flies...

I saw my former advisor with her kid on my way back from work today. It struck me that, during my four years at Pomona, Gabe--that's his name--went from complete and utter nonexistence to a living, breathing human being who can think, walk, and talk (albeit with a limited vocabulary.)
As for me, I started out my freshman year here as a small, cynical, slightly awkward musician type with a long-distance quasi-boyfriend and no idea what I wanted to do with my life. And now, four years and thousands of tuition dollars later, I'm...a small, cynical, slightly awkward musician type with a long-distance quasi-boyfriend and no idea what I want to do with my life.
Right.