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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent In the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassyand wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day I Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted If I should ever come back. I shall be. telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. College is a place for growing. During my time at WMC I have cultivated my mind and broadened my horizons. The administration, faculty, and special friends have helped to shape me by giving me their time and encouragement in all that I have undertaken. To them I remain thankful. LAURIE MATHER 27