How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. — A.A. Milne
Have you ever asked yourself why you love something?
One of my friends asked me this the other day and I didn’t really know how to answer.
“Er…it’s really complicated, how do I even begin to explain?”
As I prepare to graduate today, I can’t help but ask myself all the reasons I love Morris. It’s a common string of words for me to say these days. I’ve said it plenty of times here on the blog. “I love this place so much. I’m going to miss it.”
But why? Why do I love this place so much? What is that it I’m going to miss?
Sure, it’s a beautiful place. As a prospective student, I fell in love with this campus Continue reading “The End (Or, the Beginning of the Rest of My Life)”
Last night, drunk, emotional Britta cried for what felt like ages–it was probably an hour or so–while her friends sat with her drunkingly giving her pep talks about life.
They were tears of joy, happiness, sadness, anger. I don’t remember the last time I cried that hard for that long. I certainly don’t think I’ve ever experienced so many different emotions while crying.
And my friends were with me the whole time, basically telling me how awesome I Continue reading “This is a Sappy, Emotional Post about College Friendships”
Sometimes you meet a person and you immediately know you’re going to be friends for life.
Other times, it takes a bit longer to figure that out.
Regardless, the best friendships are those that bring out the best in you.
The best friends are those that love and respect you for who you are. Always. Regardless of your mess ups, your mistakes. They know you will become a better person because of them, that you will learn and grow from them.
They push you when they know you need it and pull you back only if they truly question whether a decision is in your best interest.
They’ll always be honest, even if the truth hurts…and they sometimes know Continue reading “The Best Friendships”
So, this thing called the writing process is a bitch sometimes.
The final draft of my senior seminar paper is due tomorrow. Naturally, I am scrambling to finish it in time. What else? I mean, you all know how much of a procrastinating senior I am by now.
Well, really, I’m also incredibly overwhelmed by this mess of a paper. I was determined to be productive yesterday but I got maybe 100 words written and just couldn’t do it anymore. This draft is so messy and I didn’t even know
where to begin.
I was on the verge of panicking…
…until I remembered a little trick courtesy of my wonderful comp studies Continue reading “WRITING IS MESSY, OKAY?”
I am quite certain that emotions have a mind of their own.
Two days ago, I was ecstatic. Over the moon. My future is starting to shape up a little bit, and it’s really exciting. To be announced soon. Maybe.
But it’s also incredibly scary. Leaving this place I’ve called home for four years. There is so much familiarity on this campus. I have so many supporters here. I feel so safe here.
Today I feel anxious. I walked out of the social science building today after finishing my last Modern Britain class period of the semester with the realization Continue reading “An Emotional Rollercoaster in a Nutshell”
7 weeks from today I graduate.
In one walk across the stage, I will transform from student to alum in a matter of steps.
Well, at least symbolically.
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7 weeks from today this place will become a part of my past. Continue reading “5 Day Challenge: Day 5”
I realized something important today:
I’m scared for the future.
I don’t know where I’ll be in a year and that’s scary. Continue reading “Uncertain and Afraid (Journal Entry #2)”
Clayton A. Gay Hall.
It’s ugly (Cold War era, looks like a bomb shelter ugly). My room is too warm all the time. The bathrooms could be a smidge bigger. The walls are too thin and the Continue reading “Nostalgic Appreciation”
Today, one of my distance mentorship professors (who teaches at a school in North Carolina) called into our class video conference from D.C.
You could say I was a little jealous of her. Okay, a lot jealous.
Continue reading “Homesick for The District”
So, tomorrow’s the day.
The beginning of my last semester of undergrad.
I feel like a large portion of my recent posts have included me complaining about Continue reading “The Beginning of the End”