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I visited my old college yesterday (and by "old" I mean, I graduated last May) to speak to the fresh-faced and wide-eyed English majors and offer them the wisdom I've acquired my 22-ish years. And, you know what, it was great. I hope they took something away from it, not just from me but from the other panelists; my biggest surprise was how much I took away from it. I spoke a lot about the things that I should be doing but haven't been doing. Time to practice what I preach, walk the walk, yadda yadda yadda. Case in point: my attempt to update this thing. We shall see!

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