In seventeen days, I will be graduating Bloomsburg University. I have been reminiscing on my last four years here and what I would have done differently if I had the chance. I probably would have apologized to more people, and joined more clubs. I would have opened my door and been social and focus on my school work. But at the same time, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have grown so much as a person here and Bloomsburg has become my second home. I’ve been wishing to graduate since the first day of freshman year, and now that it’s here, I can’t wait to come visit. I’ve made my lifelong friends here and strengthened the ones I’d already had.
I worked my ass off throughout my four years. I’ve dealt with anxiety and depression which have made me learn so much about myself. It prevented me from doing a lot of things my first two years, and I regret not picking myself up. I eventually did, and made some friends and got my grades together. I found not only one, but two majors that I love and apply to every single thing I talk about. My professors here have made my schooling so incredible, and I’ve found a love for learning.
Living with my best friend since ninth grade has had its ups and downs, but we are inseparable and thinking about not waking up to her playing music in the morning is something I will secretly miss, no matter how many times I bitched her out. I’m going to miss the mile trek up the mountain to get to my 8am. No matter how cold it was, I’d still stumble in sweating my ass off. I’m going to miss walking down campus and waving hi to every other person and acknowledging all of the relationships I’ve made here the past eight semesters. I’m going to miss how exciting it feels to get a 95% on the fourteen-page paper I wrote in two nights, and the 100% on the final exam I studied weeks for. I’m going to miss being down the street from my friends, and walking over in slippers and sweats with a mug of coffee to have a movie night. I’ll miss being ten feet from my favorite bar, and dancing until 2am with anyone and everyone. I’ll miss the blue lighting of cap, and even the red lighting of hardware – both making every single picture look horrible. I’m going to miss 2 Dollar Bob, always lingering and laughing with all of the students.
My time here at Bloomsburg has been anything but ordinary. I will cherish every friend and moment I have made, and I can’t wait to come back.