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The lilacs are blooming. I can smell them every time I leave my apartment and it makes me remember how beautiful life is. Mom came to visit me last year at this time in Belgium. She smuggled a few small branches in her suitcase to remind me of home. It was one of the most amazing gifts I'd ever gotten.
Last week in my advertising lecture my professor asked all the seniors to raise our hands. The class applauded us. Sometimes I forget that what I'm going through actually is a big deal--something commendable.
I finished my last big paper today. As stomped up the steps of Greg Hall as if to remind them that it would be the last time I'd walk them as a captive student. I don't think the marble steps understood my message. Or perhaps they'd heard it all too many times before.
As we wrap things up I find my friends telling me about their favorite professors and mentors. I know it has a lot to do with my route through college--switching from Crop Sciences, to Horticulture (ok, this was never an official switch), to Undecided, and finally to Media Studies...not to mention that half a year I spent in another country. But what I'm getting at is that I never had anyone to support me while I was here. I really felt like getting through college was done on my own. Sure, I've had some amazing professors and TAs, but never has anyone said, "You know, you could really excel at this." Or, "I know you're trying to make a big decision right now, here is what I think you could do for yourself academically." Not that I expected anyone to hold my hand, I just never really felt encouraged. Even with all the help I sought out, I had to discover the Media Studies major on my own, and even once I was in it I continued to feel like any advising I got was just stupid. No one knew what to tell a wanna-be librarian what to do as an undergraduate. I wish someone would have told me I write well. Or that I'm a good researcher. Or that my hard work hasn't gone unnoticed. Or that _____ would be a really great grad school program for me. But no one ever did. I think its just part of that whole getting lost in a lecture hall thing...even though I often made it a point to be more connected with my professors. Maybe I'm just not being humble enough. I guess I could have used some help. Thats all I'm trying to say.
Karen and I are going to Aldi tomorrow. You think I'm kidding but I am SO looking forward to it.
Last week in my advertising lecture my professor asked all the seniors to raise our hands. The class applauded us. Sometimes I forget that what I'm going through actually is a big deal--something commendable.
I finished my last big paper today. As stomped up the steps of Greg Hall as if to remind them that it would be the last time I'd walk them as a captive student. I don't think the marble steps understood my message. Or perhaps they'd heard it all too many times before.
As we wrap things up I find my friends telling me about their favorite professors and mentors. I know it has a lot to do with my route through college--switching from Crop Sciences, to Horticulture (ok, this was never an official switch), to Undecided, and finally to Media Studies...not to mention that half a year I spent in another country. But what I'm getting at is that I never had anyone to support me while I was here. I really felt like getting through college was done on my own. Sure, I've had some amazing professors and TAs, but never has anyone said, "You know, you could really excel at this." Or, "I know you're trying to make a big decision right now, here is what I think you could do for yourself academically." Not that I expected anyone to hold my hand, I just never really felt encouraged. Even with all the help I sought out, I had to discover the Media Studies major on my own, and even once I was in it I continued to feel like any advising I got was just stupid. No one knew what to tell a wanna-be librarian what to do as an undergraduate. I wish someone would have told me I write well. Or that I'm a good researcher. Or that my hard work hasn't gone unnoticed. Or that _____ would be a really great grad school program for me. But no one ever did. I think its just part of that whole getting lost in a lecture hall thing...even though I often made it a point to be more connected with my professors. Maybe I'm just not being humble enough. I guess I could have used some help. Thats all I'm trying to say.
Karen and I are going to Aldi tomorrow. You think I'm kidding but I am SO looking forward to it.