I came here almost exactly 2 years ago as a young, somewhat naïve high school student with a passion for language and the beautiful literature that it created. While my intent was to further educate myself, my dad told me to get a social life. Over the past two years, I think I've sufficiently done both. In many ways I feel the same as I did back then, but I can tell that these passings of late have aged me considerably. When this whole affair began I foresaw such an ending as we are facing now, and hoped that it wouldn't be so, but I now have the wisdom to understand that both of my original goals are now futile. The light-hearted intellectual atmosphere is now gone and so are my friends, so I see no motive in making my presence here anymore.