I made it. 

My undergraduate career is over.  Four years at Wake Forest has certainly flown by (just like everyone always says — ‘wow, that went sooo fast’), and it’s been fantastic. 

And so, I must close with the “Deacon Fight Song:”

O here’s to Wake Forest A glass of the finest
Red ruddy, Rhenish filled up to the brim.
Her sons they are many
Unrivaled by any
With hearts o’erflowing, we will sing a hymn.

(Chorus) Rah! Rah! Wake Forest Rah!
Old Alma Mater’s sons are we.
We’ll herald the story
And die for her glory,
Old Gold and Black is ever waving high.

As frosh we adore her
As sophs we explore her
And carve our names upon her ancient walls.
As juniors patrol her
As seniors extol her
And weep to leave fore’er her sacred halls.