As my last days as a college student are quickly coming to a close, I’m beginning to think about these last 4 years in fragmented parts that make up this whole.
i remember the tough times. i remember when stephen’s mom died. i remember the friends that broke my heart, and the discouragement that came with my involvement in everything imaginable.
but this week, as i was scrubbing our shower for the last time. as i was taking my pictures off the wall. as i was packing my dishes, the only thing i could think about was the friends that i’ve made. the ones that i will carry with me for a lifetime. the nights that i slept on floor and couches suffocating under a sea of books, laughing until i didn’t know what i was laughing about anymore.
the hours we spent at that bonfire pit. eating. dancing. and just being grateful for each other. the saturday morning games we played, that never started until mid afternoon.
the weekend trips, the open mic nights, the nighttime drives.
then there was the school part.
the countless hours i spent in the studio. the videos i edited, the photos i took, the animations i made, and the papers i wrote.
I think about the professors that shaped my experience. The ones that gave me grace when i deserved it, and put their foot down when i needed it. the ones that motivated me to learn because of their evident passion for the material, and for us.
and as much as i’m ready to leave, and as much as i don’t love school, i can’t help but cry a little. i’m going to miss this. i’m going to miss these people.
the conversations i’ve had. the love that i’ve been shown.
i am 6 days away from not being a college student anymore.
and i don’t know how to feel.