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.