Today I sat in a classroom with 21 other students.  We pulled our desks into a circle and then worked hard at not looking at each other.  They are Juniors and Seniors, some graduating this spring and others next spring and others maybe never.  I graduated in 1995.  And again in 2005.  If all goes well, I may do it again in 2015.  Or, I won’t.  The point is, I’m beginning again.   And it feels good.