While my master’s degree was full of “firsts,” these past two semesters also included a lot of “lasts.” I’ve spent the past year thinking about what my lasts would be. What would be my last article in The Stute? What would be my last assignment submitted before 11:59 p.m.? When is the last time I would hang out with all my friends in one place before we go our separate ways post-grad? For anyone graduating, there’s this pressure to “make the las…
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