This Sunday, I am going to GRADUATE. Actually, I graduated months ago, in December. But my college doesn’t hold a ceremony for fall graduates, so I’m walking with the rest of the 2013 class this weekend.
I feel like I’ve been in a kind of limbo ever since I “officially” finished school. Last semester, I attended my final class periods and handed in my final projects. Soon after, my status in the college database updated to “Former Student.” A month later, I received my diploma in the mail.
Packed and ready for Freshman year
Now, I’m finally walking, and I can’t say I’m all that excited. People keep telling me this is “a big deal.” Administrators have bombarded my cobweb of a school email, regarding my “huge achievement,” for weeks. Even in my final semester, during which I went part-time, I felt like I already had one foot out the door. And the other, tapping timidly at the future ahead.
What do I have to complain about? Absolutely nothing. Graduating early meant scoring a job in my industry, as well as saving a couple thousands of dollars in student loans and tuition costs. And honestly, I never knew I could have so much free time until I graduated (hence, this blog). I guess the distance between graduating and formally commencing makes me feel somewhat removed from the ordeal.
But I’m going to turn this post around. I am closing a chapter to my life that has been filled with discovery, laughter, and unmatchable friendships. So here are a few highlights from my college years, pulled from a colorful and limitless list:
I lived in a castle in Europe for three months.
I was published in a student literary journal.
I spent spring break of my sophomore year in Athens, Greece.
In my first month of college, I made the cover of the school newspaper.
For being quarantined with Swine Flu.
Freshman year, I went to the Common for a picnic and homework.
And found myself in a haze of smoke.
The BPD were kind enough to make an appearance at my 21st birthday party.
I not-so-secretly stalked the more attractive members of my school’s alumnus.
Last summer, I shared a 5-bedroom apartment with 7 roommates and a cat.
The cat escaped unscathed. (More later on my relationship with animals).
I learned how to cook, and how to love to cook.
I cyber-stalked and finally met Patriot’s tight end Rob Gronkowski.
I worked at a bookstore or a library (or both) the entire time I was in college.
I made the best friends, better than any I could have ever asked for.
Just like every portion of life, or every week, or every day for that matter, college was a series of struggles and successes. But what stands out to me the most is not a single challenge I faced or a trial I overcame, but the people who were there to shape those experiences. For me, college is not a dusty yearbook on the shelf or a piece of paper on the wall, but a living, breathing phenomenon that I will continue to take from, learn from, and carry with me for the rest of my life.
So thank you to all who were there for the journey. College is over, but we’ve got a lifetime to go.