Thankfully, the bad comes with a bit of good in the shape of friends and colleagues e.t.c. But I would rather not have to pretend to be happy at a college that pretends to encourage freedom of speech but the students have to organize a semi-violent protest simply to get their voices heard; where one can take an hour to think about it but still be unable to come up with a place to sit in solitude; and where the people employed to be at the front desk know even less than the people who approach them for information.
One of the questions we’re supposed to ponder while writing this is what we would do differently if we could redo this semester. That makes me crack up a bit because I would rather [insert horribly painful experience here] than go back to the start of the year (even with my current knowledge). As unimpressive as this semester has been, I wouldn’t go back and change it for anything. Don’t read that the wrong way: like Mr. Stephen King, I think “hell is repetition.” going back and reliving the events of this past semester (even with a different twist) definitely sounds like hell to me. I accept the things that went wrong and I choose to move on a leave them in my dust.
I’ve changed a bit since I started my higher education at Baruch College: most notably my goals for the future. Before I started school here, I always wanted to make a million dollars (just one single, lonely million) and move to somewhere quiet like Port Isaac in the UK where I could live my life slowly fading into peaceful silence and be free to do as I please. Now, I don’t care too much about making money because I realize money is literally nothing: I want power. My new goal is either to wait for the collapse of a society or buy it out and start a new regime of loving totalitarianism in which the rules are based on commonsense and keeping the citizens safe and not on individual “rights.” Either way, I’m free to do as I please. I’ll admit it sounds slightly evil but my schizophrenic other personality begs to differ. 
To everyone I met this semester and all the friends I made, we probably have no more classes together so I’ll say what I have to say right here: I’ll see you when I see you.
Note: I know this is a tiny bit more than 500 words but “my words shall not be contained!”
