Kait Cramer

Dear Millersville,

I can remember the very first day I came to visit you on a gorgeous fall day. The sun was shining, the trees were a perfect color (still green but beginning to change to yellow and orange) and it was warm for October. I remember I loved everything about you, even though I didn’t even know you. All I knew was that you had accepted me already and one look had me hooked. I think I had my dad send my deposit for my dorm when we got home. I had heard such great things about you, Millersville, but I still didn’t know. Would we work out? Would I fit in with the other Marauders? I was unsure, but I was ready to start our college relationship the very first day I arrived for Freshmen Orientation. Sure I cried like a baby when my parents left me (mind you, those two left me in the McComsey parking lot not knowing they were supposed to at the football stadium, but I’ve grown to accept these two humans that created me). But let me tell you, as soon as I sat down in the bleachers with my green Millersville University t-shirt, bow headband, and oversized sunglasses and saw those OLs do the “Cupid Shuffle,” you bet your arse I was ready to start college.

Now as May 12th (graduation, duh) quickly approaches, I can’t even imagine what it will be like to leave you. I’ve had mini breakdowns the past two weeks thinking of what it will be like once my time with you is over. I know I am supposed to say its bitter sweet and such, but I’m freaking out and with this letter I will tell you everything I have grown to love about you and what I will miss terribly. Now there are too many things to name that have happened in my four years at the Ville, but there are some things I will always keep with me.