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ok, so, there are two official days left of this 100 day's blog. I know, I know, but don't cry yet. I feel badly, like my covers are infinitely more intriguing than anything going on in my mind, but you must know I am typing this as fast as I can before gabriela comes back into the room and distracts me from this literary genius.

I am a little nostalgic thinking about the people, the memories, the rain, the gray, the late nights, early morning, snacktime tears, lunch formations, and coffee breaks, but another part of me knows these exact things will follow me right into the real army, so there's truly no reason to stress over much of anything except walking upright (no HTPS) across the stage (dayus?) on Saturday.

I wonder how many times I've showered at West Point. There have been 1,416 days since 3 July 2017. I usually shower 2x/day, but not while on pass... I am not good at #quickmaths but I would guesstimate I have used these luxurious west point showers over 2,117 times.

These days are weird. When you want to live to 110 or you want to simply make it through your 23rd cycle around the sun. when you want to get as far as possible from NY or just sit at trophy point for hours. I don't think a human can ever comprehend the power of that view... of any view for that matter. No wonder people everywhere place such power and authority in the sun. She's no joke.

Thank you to everyone who has visited the blog. Whether that's an every night occurrence (yes, Gabriela, you are my main motivation for doing what I #do) or you've connected with a picture or a random poem... even if you've muted the every night notifications (i forgive you), every single one of you readers have inspired me in some way. I don't give these thoughts away at random, you know? I may seem sporadic in some thoughts, but through a bigger lens, I truly took my time determining who should read this blog.... so if you are 1 out of my 5 reoccurring readers... thank you, thank you, thank you. You all are some monumental humans, and I cannot wait to continue learning and growing through a million different journeys alongside, in front, behind you all. While the road trip may make some appearances here and there, this consistent senior year entry practice has taught me more than simply jotting a list down on paper. Part of me hates the amount of time I spend writing these posts each night, but a much, much stronger part of me is proud of the way this has turned out.... the last 4/18/22 years have turned out.

Ok, off my soap box. I am drunk and I am not proofreading. I don't even do that for a school paper when I am sober, so why start now. Gotta stay true to the roots.

Love you all. xoxo.

annie wheat.