appear
      on
      e
      screen.
      am,
      1n
      my
      Overworked,
      delirious
      state,
     
     
      beginning
      to
      believe
      that
      words
      will
      begin
      to
      appear
      on
      the
      screen
      and
     
     
      assist
      me
      in
      completing
      a
      paper
      I
      have
      seemingly
      been
      working
      on
      for
     
     
      an
      eternity.
     
    

    
     
      The
      procrastination,
      the
      guilt,
      the
      fatigue,
      and
      the
      research
     
     
      paper
      will
      be
      just
      a
      nostalgic
      memory
      soon,
      as
      the
      end
      of
      the
      semester
     
     
      is
      fast
      approaching.
      It
      is
      difficult
      to
      believe
      that
      I
      have
      been
      at
     
     
      this
      university
      for
      four
      years
      now
      (and
      still
      have
      late
      assignments).
     
     
      In
      a
      few
      short
      weeks
      I
      will
      walk
      across
      a
      stage
      and
      receive
      an
     
     
      undergraduate
      degree
      entitling
      me
      to
      join
      the
      paper
      hat
      brigade,
      at
      no
     
     
      extra
      cost,
      all
      across
      North
      America.
      I
      must
      admit
      that
      university
     
     
      has
      given
      me
      more
      than
      the
      ability
      and
      confidence
      to
      say
      ’’you
      want
     
     
      fries
      with
      that?’’,
      but
      to
      go
      into
      that
      in
      detail
      would
      demand
     
     
      sentimental
      reflection
      and
      sincerity,
      and
      this
      late
      hour
      is
      not
     
     
      conduciyve-to
      such
      though
     
     
      Beyond
      being
      my
      last
      year
      at
      the
      University
      of
      Prince
      Edward
     
     
      I
      am
      once
      again
      in
      the
      land,
      it
      is
      also
      my
      last
      yeas
      with
      the
      oft-beloved
      X.Press,
      the
     
     
      little
      newspaper
      that
      allowed
      me\to
      fill
      a
      page
      each
      week
      with
     
     
      personal
      anguish.
      I
      appreciate
      having
      a
      media
      outlet
      like
      the
      X.Press
     
     
      to
      vent
      my
      frustration
      towards
      yuppies,
      grown-ups
      in
      general,
      service
     
     
      industry
      workers,
      political
      leaders,
      \home
      heating
      units,
      and
      the
      list,
     
     
      I
      cannot
      complain,
      although
      I
      of
      cou
      uld
      go
      on.
      I
      just
      realixed
      that
      I
      am
      missing
      ‘‘Kids
      in
     
     
      e
      Hall’’.
      The
      and
      cons
      of
      being
      at
      Main
      Building
      are
      becoming
     
     
      rather
      unbalanced.
      I
      have
      left
      the
      topic
      of
      the
      X.Press
      and
     
     
      begun
      worrying
      about
      not
      receiving
      my
     
     
      daily
      quota
      of
      television
      viewage
      does
     
     
      my
      procrastination,
      I
      would
      not
      surprise
      me,
      nor
      does
      it
      upset
      me.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      computer
      lab
      at
      Main
      Building.
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
         
       
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Th
     
     
      will,
      that
      if
      it
      were
      not
      for
     
    
   
   
    
     
      not
      be
      sitting
      here
      at
      11:30
     
    
   
   
    
     
      be
      at
      Cedar’s
      discussing
      world
     
    
   
   
    
     
      this
      dreary,
      fluorescent-lit
     
    
   
   
    
     
      computer
      screen
      hoping
      the
     
    
   
   
    
     
      overdue
      (that
      familiar
      word)
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      days
      at
      the
      X.Press
      are
      over.
      I
      must
     
     
      move
      on.
      Existence
      is
      key.
     
     
      little
      in
      the
      way
      of
      finishing
      a
      term
     
    

    
     
      on
      a
      Friday
      night
      when
      I
      could
      paper,
      but
      I
      can
      reconcile
      myself
      in
     
     
      X.Press
      to
      which
      I
      will
      contribute,
      there
     
     
      will
      be
      countless
      more
      term
      papers
      to
      do
     
    

    
     
      affairs
      and
      the
      state
      of
      my
      one’s
      education
      equals
      staying
      out
      of
      the
     
    

    
     
      t}
      e
      5
      43
      S
      real
      world
      for
      at
      least
      two
      more
      years.
     
    

    
     
      wardrobe
      with
      my
      friends,
      who
      =
      rla
      S)
      making
      sure
      he
      or
      she
      does
      not
      really
     
    

    
     
      have
      to
      face
      it.
     
     
      ;
      X.Press.
      It
      is
      not
      really
      a
      bittersweet
     
    

    
     
      Instead,
      though,
      I
      am
      here
      in
      moment.
      It
      just
      means
      I
      now
      have
      one
     
    

    
     
      generational
      commentary
      which
      is
      the
     
     
      by
      s.
      livingstone
      baggage
      of
      my
      undergrad
      journalism
     
    

    
     
      lab,
      staring
      blankly
      at
      a
      career,
      but
      tonight
      I
      lack
      inspiration
     
     
      and
      the
      desire
      to
      write
      five
      hundred
      more
     
     
      slackness
      are
      everywhere.
      Before
      I
      do
     
     
      draw
      this
      to
      a
      close,
      I
      must
      mention
      a
     
     
      great
      thanks,
      but
      simply
      because
      they
     
     
      wanted
      to
      see
      their
      names
      in
      print:
      Alana
     
     
      Joe,
      Treena
      who
      coined
      ‘‘cat
      sucks’’,
      and
     
    

    
     
      Douglas
      Coupland.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Writing
      my
      very
      last
      column
      is
      doing
     
     
      knowing
      that
      although
      this
      is
      the
      last
     
     
      as
      I
      further
      my
      education.
      Furthering
     
     
      One
      must
      always
      plan
      for
      the
      future,
     
    

    
     
      shall
      remain
      nameless.
      -
      .
      I
      have
      come
      to
      the
      end,
      of
      both
      the
     
     
      crt
      U
      a
      smOvahs
      O
      page
      and
      my
      writing
      career
      at
      the
     
     
      a
     
     
      twent
      somethin
      less
      weekly
      deadline.
      I
      would
      continue
     
     
      with
      the
      thoughtless
      chatter
      and
     
     
      words
      has
      been
      lost.
      The
      signs
      of
     
     
      theories
      and
      discussion
      for
      an
      few
      people,
      not
      because
      I
      owe
      them
      any
     
     
      of
      Kelley
      bldg.,
      Flash
      Judy,
      Elle
      and
     
     
      Long
      live
      generation
      x....the
      end.