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And so it goes.
My first resident left this morning. This was probably the hardest semester I've had at Whitman. It was so many things I never expected it to be.
Last night, what lies in store for me in the coming months. I was also thinking about where I was last semester.
Life was so different, I can't even comprehend it.
Gabe asked me on Sunday if I would make the choice to join Kappa again - I, mistakenly thinking he was asking if I would do ResLife again, said in a heart beat.
But there's no thought involved - I am so happy I said yes to Tricia that day when she called. I didn't know what I was getting into, it's true, but I also couldn't guess at how wonderful it would be. This job made my life better.
Perhaps the best thing this job, and this college, has taught me is that not everyone leaves. The friends and relationships I've gained through this building - especially this room - are such that I can't even put them into words.
I was just sitting up with Steve, Brian, Sloan, and Ian in Steve's room. He's leaving really soon, and I gave him a hug. He told me that they really enjoyed having me around next semester and they're really going to miss me next semester. Just thinking about it now makes me tear up. The tears come slowly, because part of me knows that nothing going to change. That the relationships I've made her will last. So I'm crying happy tears as well, because I just can't believe how lucky I got.
Sitting in the room Erin and I shared our freshman year - the memories just keep rushing back to me....
Falling across the hall in an effort to be a good neighbor and college kid by offering Gen dried cranberries.
Having Caro, Bre, and Gen come into our room and telling them about my mom.
Lipsync.
Getting Paul hugs every day.
And then I think about this past year. I'm sitting here at my desk, facing my red chair..... how many times people have sat there.....
Julia and Elise, giggling.
Jordan, in his blankets, coming to study.
Paige, asking for advice.
Colleen.
Hongngoc.
Four hour conversations with Will.
Sitting there, working on my final paper for Masteller. Then having a conversation that would, in effect, change my life.
Tears cried this year there.
Laughter shared.
Stories revealed.
I can't wait to see what this next year holds. I wonder where I'll be this day next year. I can't even begin to imagine....
My first resident left this morning. This was probably the hardest semester I've had at Whitman. It was so many things I never expected it to be.
Last night, what lies in store for me in the coming months. I was also thinking about where I was last semester.
Life was so different, I can't even comprehend it.
Gabe asked me on Sunday if I would make the choice to join Kappa again - I, mistakenly thinking he was asking if I would do ResLife again, said in a heart beat.
But there's no thought involved - I am so happy I said yes to Tricia that day when she called. I didn't know what I was getting into, it's true, but I also couldn't guess at how wonderful it would be. This job made my life better.
Perhaps the best thing this job, and this college, has taught me is that not everyone leaves. The friends and relationships I've gained through this building - especially this room - are such that I can't even put them into words.
I was just sitting up with Steve, Brian, Sloan, and Ian in Steve's room. He's leaving really soon, and I gave him a hug. He told me that they really enjoyed having me around next semester and they're really going to miss me next semester. Just thinking about it now makes me tear up. The tears come slowly, because part of me knows that nothing going to change. That the relationships I've made her will last. So I'm crying happy tears as well, because I just can't believe how lucky I got.
Sitting in the room Erin and I shared our freshman year - the memories just keep rushing back to me....
Falling across the hall in an effort to be a good neighbor and college kid by offering Gen dried cranberries.
Having Caro, Bre, and Gen come into our room and telling them about my mom.
Lipsync.
Getting Paul hugs every day.
And then I think about this past year. I'm sitting here at my desk, facing my red chair..... how many times people have sat there.....
Julia and Elise, giggling.
Jordan, in his blankets, coming to study.
Paige, asking for advice.
Colleen.
Hongngoc.
Four hour conversations with Will.
Sitting there, working on my final paper for Masteller. Then having a conversation that would, in effect, change my life.
Tears cried this year there.
Laughter shared.
Stories revealed.
I can't wait to see what this next year holds. I wonder where I'll be this day next year. I can't even begin to imagine....