I have always treated this amazing club and media platform like my own personal diary. And while most of those diary entries forever live in my drafts, this is an exception. So come take a look inside my extremely messy head, all thanks to the start of my senior year. I encourage you to proceed with caution.
I would like to think I have somehow spent the last 21 years of my life preparing for this very monumental year. While I have done a lot of growing up throughout my college years, I have yet to really feel the true seriousness of being an adult. I guess that is what happens when you always have your parents and childhood pets to run home to at any inconvenience. But this. This year. This year of lasts, might I add. This officially feels like my last year of childhood, and that scares the hell out of me.
I adore college. I have since the second I found my group of friends following a very tragic random roommate situation. I love the freedom it has given me. I love how much I have learned about myself. I love the lifestyle changes I have made. I love the feeling I get when I pull down North George Street and spot campus at the end of the road. But there are also a lot of things I have come to dislike about college, or at least have grown out of in the four years I have spent here. I like to believe I am more than ready to take on adulthood (the real version) come May of 2023, but am I really ready? According to the girl who cries almost every time she leaves her family, I would say no.
That being said, let us try to look on the bright side here. While parts of me are more than ready to move on, there is also this understanding that this is it. Never again will I sit in a classroom, spend all night at the library, go to the dance studio five days in a row, have unplanned movie nights with my roommates, and get to take naps at any time of the day. It is the end of an era in a few short months and I am trying with all my being to really let that sink in.
Hopefully some of you reading this have a similar entry written in your diary, just as messy and confusing as mine. And please let that bring some sort of comfort as we endure this next year of lasts. All we really have is each other in these times of change. Find your rocks, trust yourself, and enjoy your year, my fellow seniors.