What a way to wrap it up

A way up on the 16th floor of an upscale, St. Claire West condominium sat a group of bewildered journalism students.

Bewildered because it's the last week of classes before we get the boot into the real world. And upscale because we were invited over to our Professor's home to listen to our final documentaries whilst sipping white wine.

What a way to wind it up.

This radio documentary class has come to feel like a little family for me. I've grown attached to everyone. It's hard to fathom that I may never see any of them again.

I did this to myself when I graduated high school too. I grow melancholy at the thought of good byes, but once it's that time I'm ready to hit the road and experience the next chapter.

So don't fret I won't shed too many tears.

Over our four years together we've watched each other grow into astute, self sufficient, twenty-somethings. I'm so proud of each and everyone of them.

But the goodbyes don't have to be said just yet. For now we'll just sip our wine.