Guadeamus Igitur Supremus
Well, here I am, back at Smith for the last time.
It hasn't really sunk in yet, that I'm a senior. I know it won't until it's too late. I'm just trying to stay present, really, and trying to take everything in without being overwhelmed by knowing that it's the last time I'll be doing any of it.
I hated Smith when I got here. It was too liberal, too sophisticated, too entitled. And I hated most of my sophomore year, too, for different, personal reasons. That spring was one of the worst of my life, but I think gettting through it was what made my junior year so amazing. I was a different person, and I looked at Smith and appreciated Smith in ways I hadn't before. I was happy here, maybe for the first time. It was still too liberal and still a little too entitled, but I got over it--I didn't let it get to me and I took everything I could from it. Going home in May was one of the hardest things I'd done all year. And now I'm helplessly in love with this place, and I'm terrified at the thought of leaving it.
My schedule's a mess, I'm already behind on work I was supposed to be doing over the summer, and both of my majors and some of my hardest classes are going to depend on my last semester, but I would take those and so many more problems if I could just stay here.
Classes start tomorow. Practice starts next week. Might as well enjoy it while I can.
It hasn't really sunk in yet, that I'm a senior. I know it won't until it's too late. I'm just trying to stay present, really, and trying to take everything in without being overwhelmed by knowing that it's the last time I'll be doing any of it.
I hated Smith when I got here. It was too liberal, too sophisticated, too entitled. And I hated most of my sophomore year, too, for different, personal reasons. That spring was one of the worst of my life, but I think gettting through it was what made my junior year so amazing. I was a different person, and I looked at Smith and appreciated Smith in ways I hadn't before. I was happy here, maybe for the first time. It was still too liberal and still a little too entitled, but I got over it--I didn't let it get to me and I took everything I could from it. Going home in May was one of the hardest things I'd done all year. And now I'm helplessly in love with this place, and I'm terrified at the thought of leaving it.
My schedule's a mess, I'm already behind on work I was supposed to be doing over the summer, and both of my majors and some of my hardest classes are going to depend on my last semester, but I would take those and so many more problems if I could just stay here.
Classes start tomorow. Practice starts next week. Might as well enjoy it while I can.