Matt, you need to write a blog! It has gone on long enough, the people are waiting.

Now, down to some more serious matters. Since my last blog you have learned that I possess a mythic and wondrous beard. Well, today, sadly enough, I had to detach it from my face. Yes, you heard it here, the beard is no more. It was a very hard thing to do. I had grown quite fond of the curly mane that lay upon my face.

Through the last couple months I have found myself truly transitioning from college to the real world. First, in December, the golden locks had to be cut. (Because of a bet I made with my fiancee). And now my beard has been torn from my being (not really torn, more like shaven but torn gives it more of a dramatic effect). You see, I have a job interview on Monday with NOAA, National Oceanographic and Meteorological Association. I am applying for a position in their service corps and sadly they discriminate against beards. Yes I know, its horrible. I thought that we lived in a place of acceptance, I too thought that we had moved past the ugly face of discrimination. I thought it through all week, seeking advice, seeking answers that would be to my liking. But when it came down to it, the beard had to leave.

I loved my beard. We had many great times together. We would frequent the grocery store to shop together. We would travel to the beach and watch the sunrise together. We would share laughs, hardships, and secrets together. We were one in the same, my beard and I. I am sorry dear friend that it had to end so quickly. I am sorry that you now lay scattered in the sink, down the drain, and in the trash, to never again grow and flourish upon my face. Just like the ancient greeks would throw funeral games for fallen heroes, I too will throw funeral games for my beard. They will last through the week of spring break.

Beard, I miss you.

-Nick