This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kennesaw chapter.
Time is up, but life has only just begun.
Leaving behind the last four years and everything I have done.
Moving on to pastures greener and skies bluer.
It is hard to think of a life without it college.
How will I figure out who I have become apart from my identity?
Every choice I made changed my trajectory.
Started a bright star that burnt overnight.
Exploded like a supernova and didn’t feel right.
Found my way through the ashes, moved on, and a new place in the night sky.
Angels by my side every step of the way, I found my black and yellow brick road.
I drifted along the way but never veered off the path.
Now here we are at the end of the road, years that felt like decades for this moment.
A moment to feel something again.