It’s been really hard to articulate anything the past couple of weeks. It’s been a crazy ride, and here we are… my last quarter of my last year of my undergrad career in college. I’m scared. I’m scared for not knowing the future. I’m scared that my plan has been changed. I’m scared of screwing up.
I’ve realized, I’m beyond happy right now. When I’m at school, I can not feel any more excited to be here. Everything about it, being excited to see everyone, being in need of wanting to see what will happen and what we will learn in class. I love being involved. I love walking throughout campus and hug and talk to people all day everyday.
I think that’s what the biggest bummer is. I’m scared and sad that this will end in June. I won’t be able to see everyone every other day, it will be every once in a blue moon. I won’t have all of our inside jokes, or any of that.
It feels like I finally know what college is about. It’s not about where you go to college or where you live while you’re in school. It’s about learning things that make you a better person. It’s about learning things that you are passionate about and get excited about. It’s about your heart pumping so hard because of how happy you are. It’s sitting with your friends in a circle on the floor, talking about all of our problems or worries. It’s about all of the love that we share, the common interests, and care. It’s about having 8 conversations going on at once in a room and being able to be a part of each one. Man, I’m going to miss my comm majors. There is no other major like us.
“Don’t count the days, make the days count”