Afternoon Baseball

It's over. College classes are done. I'm not going to graduate school, at least not in the near future, so it's all done. A couple finals and I'm out.
My last class tonight was with Dr. McAleer, certainly the most fun and most influential teacher I've experienced at Loyola. He's always encouraged discussion and intellectual development, and he's the reason I am a double-major in philosophy, as well as being the reason that I was able to do a research project and complete it so successfully.

Along with a few other professors, most notably John McIntyre, the copy man extraordinaire from The Sun, Fr. Rossi, Dr. Hanley, and a few others, they've made Loyola a wonderful and diverse (in all the best meaning of that word) experience. That, along with the wonderful moments of athletics at this place, has gotten me through the rough patches, improved me as a person and justified the decision to go away from home, go to a Jesuit institution, and stick it out for all four years. As nice as it is not to have classes anymore, I wonder where the next impetus to strive for self-betterment will come from.