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Happy St. Patrick's Day!

It's nearly 11, here, and I'm not drunk at the bar. Sigh

This is the first year where everyone seems to be grown up- their lives and jobs keeping them from doing our annual St. Patrick's Day all-day-wasted-fest. It's sort of sad, but that's the way life goes, I suppose. Things change, people get older, forget how to have fun.

During my first year of college, I was blown away when my Philosophy 101 class was held at a nearby bar, instead of on campus, on St. Patrick's Day. Most of us were too young to drink. The professor sure downed quite a few beers in that hour, though, as our learning turned from logic to, well, absolutely nothing, but a fun time in a bar just talking.

It was the first time I actually realized I was no longer a child.

All things must come to an end, though, and that's okay. I'm sure a great day is ahead of me, even if I'm not drunk with my friends!