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A-Walking down Duquesne's memory lane
BY DAVID JAKIELO

The culmination of college, graduation day, is an important event in a student's life. This is the big day when a graduate, who is hopefully wearing clothes under their gown, must ask his or her parents after the ceremony to grant them an allowance once they move back home.

My decision to come to Duquesne in the first place was easy. Back when I first visited campus in grade school for an English fair, the place seemed nice enough (look at the pretty fountains!) and my sister, along with many of my older friends, came here. In addition, I preferred the school's colors of red, white and blue to an institution like Harvard's, whose color scheme resembles communism.

The only school I sent an application to was Duquesne and if they had rejected me, who knows what I would be doing today. A strong possibility is that I would be a garbage man. That was a long-term occupational goal I set for myself when I was little Dave. Many mornings I would stare out the window, in envy, watching the garbage men in action. This might be why I had no friends.

Lately, in preparation to write this final column for The Duquesne Duke, I have felt nostalgic about my time here (tear) and recently spent an afternoon conjuring up memories about Duquesne by taking one final walk across campus.