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Well, I’m Done.

I graduated last week. Ended up with all A’s, and if it wasn’t for the stupid new plus – minus system, I would have had a 4.0. I still don’t understand why there isn’t an A+ (4.3) available to balance it out. You can get a B+ (3.3) but not an A+. What a rip. There are going to be a lot less people on the 4.0 list now. It’s not bad though. I ended up with a 3.8 overall GPA at UGA and a 3.4 overall for my college career. Considering I ended my freshman year with a 1.6, I’ve come pretty far.

Sometimes I still can’t believe that I’m actually done.

Closing Out 10 Years…

Well, it’s been an interesting 10 years.

Went to school for 3 years. Didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.

Ran my own publishing company for a few years while in school. Sold it.

Dropped out, worked in Atlanta for a while making $4,000/month.

Moved to Vermont for a year, worked as a prep cook in an Asian restaurant.

Joined the Air Force, served 3 years including 98 days in Saudi Arabia.

Worked as a cable guy for several months while waiting to start school.

Went back to college, majored in Horticulture at UGA.

And now, I graduate in 4 weeks.

Then I’m taking time off to trek from coast-to-coast and back on my bicycle.

With any luck, this time next year I’ll be at NCSU pursuing an MS in Crop Science.

What a trip!

Fall Color

I took my camera to school today and took pics around south campus during a break.

Yellow Hickory

Red Maple

There are more in my Fall Color photoset.

Truckin’

Mid-terms are OVER! I’m trying hard to keep my A’s, but it’s at the point now where I’m just doing my best. And if that means getting a B, well then so be it. Either way, my GPA isn’t going to move but 0.05 points in either direction. No use worrying.

Last night I got to hang out with several girl friends of mine. We ate chili and chips & salsa, drank beers, sat around the campfire, and talked about girl stuff (mainly boobs). Sometimes you don’t realize how awesome your friends are until you all get a little sloshed around a campfire.

Then I came home to find that my roommate has yet again parked in my parking space (where my car is for 95% of the time since I rarely drive it). I put a note on her car asking her not to do it again. Because really, who parks in someone else’s parking space? It’s not like there aren’t 1,000 other places for her to put her car — we live on a farm. Then I went to my room, turned on the heater, and put on some music to fall asleep. Cranky roommate knocks on my door and says to turn down the bass because she has to work in the morning. It was only midnight, but whatever, I turned it down (even though it wasn’t loud to begin with). Then I wake up *before* she does, to find out that “I have to work in the morning” means “I have to leave for work at 10am” ??? Who bitches about something at midnight, when they don’t have to get up for another 9 hours? Blah.

Today I called up my friend Patrick, whom I haven’t seen in a while, and asked him if he wanted to do lunch. Of course, yes. 15 bike miles, one wrong turn, and an hour and 10 minutes later I was at his house, helping to chop up veggies for a “What do I have left in the refrigerator?” meal. Needless to say, it was, as always, delicious. We had cooked cabbage and julienned carrots, jalapeño-sauteed venison, rice, and pinto beans. YUM. Somehow I made it back home in only 50 minutes. Slam!

Tonight my friend Dani is having a soiree a su casa. More food and friends.

I like this weekend.

720 Miles Later

I went to Raleigh, NC this weekend to check out grad school opportunities at NCSU. The first thing I thought of when I pulled into Raleigh on Thursday afternoon was 1997-1999, when I used to go visit Liz. Not much in Raleigh was familiar besides the little strip of shops near the university. But even there, most of the stores had changed. I still remember the loop, and roughly which direction I needed to go to get to her old place. 7 years later, I can close my eyes and walk through that apartment again. I remember when several of us piled on her futon and took a picture (it’s still around here somewhere). Ah, memories of crazy times.

Shortly after arriving, I met up with Michelle Schroeder. She’s the agroecology professor who taught part of the course that I took this past summer in Costa Rica. She graciously hosted me at her house, arranged meetings, showed me around, and kept me well fed. I met her husband, Tomas, and her baby boy Miguel (who loves the number 8). What a great family!

Friday morning we went to the university and I took a look around…

[Unfortunately, due to the weather, I didn't get any pics]

NCSU’s agriculture programs are phenomenal. It’s astounding to see the difference between NCSU and UGA. There really is no comparison, and it makes me excited at the prospects of going there next year. The experimental facilities at NCSU are top-notch. They have a Phytotron, for god’s sake. And teaching greenhouses that are better than the research greenhouses at UGA. It’s actually kinda funny (in a sad way) how pathetic UGA seems now. [insert witty ghetto reference here]. I had no idea. Unfortunately, the weather was rainy and grey on Friday, so there wasn’t an opportunity to go see the CEFS site, but if it was like everything else, I know I would have been impressed. Yes, it’s a 2,000 acre sustainable agriculture research farm (!!!).

I feel like I could accomplish a lot and learn a lot there. Michelle is working on a project to explore the functions of micorrhizae fungi in the soil as related to cover crops and organic strawberry production. It sounds very interesting and mycology is something I’ve never really learned about before (at least in any depth), so it would be a great opportunity to discover new things on a personal level as well. My friend (and farmer) Jason once told me that “The most important crop here in the farm is the soil. If you don’t have healthy and productive soil, nothing else matters.” I’m keeping my fingers crossed that everything goes swimmingly over the next few months and that I end up being her grad student. We see eye to eye on many levels and I’m sure we would make a kick ass team.

As much as I like Athens and UGA, I’m ready to get out of here.