BEDA Entry 16: No Time for Tears
I debated blogging about many different things today, but instead, I am just going to talk about today because I feel today mattered.
Today was the day my undergraduate career pretty much tied up. Myself and the four other pure English majors graduating this semester presented our 25 page research papers at a small seminar. The public was invited, but (surprise) the only people who came to watch were the four English professors at my college and the art teacher.
Still, it was a somewhat emotional day. I attended an award ceremony where I was recognized for a bunch of things I did this year. I was flattered by the praise, but it really didn't matter all that much. The thing that touched me most was when I went to receive my newspaper award. One of the Student Activities advisors gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I'll miss you." I was sort of stunned by it. Not that she would miss me, but the fact that I was leaving just hit me hard.
After presenting my paper later in the day, the five of us seniors sat around talking about our future plans. One girl is going to be moving back to her home country, Brazil, to teach English and Religion. A man who retired when he was 59 and came back to school to finish his BA will be pursuing his dream of being a writer. A boy my age will be figuring out where he wants to go to graduate school. A girl my age will be looking for an editing job. I will be moving to Auburn to start graduate school this fall. It's all so surreal. It just seems so anticlimactic.
Anyway, enough of that. I still have three weeks until graduation. I still have stuff to do, so it's not yet the time for tears.
Today was the day my undergraduate career pretty much tied up. Myself and the four other pure English majors graduating this semester presented our 25 page research papers at a small seminar. The public was invited, but (surprise) the only people who came to watch were the four English professors at my college and the art teacher.
Still, it was a somewhat emotional day. I attended an award ceremony where I was recognized for a bunch of things I did this year. I was flattered by the praise, but it really didn't matter all that much. The thing that touched me most was when I went to receive my newspaper award. One of the Student Activities advisors gave me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I'll miss you." I was sort of stunned by it. Not that she would miss me, but the fact that I was leaving just hit me hard.
After presenting my paper later in the day, the five of us seniors sat around talking about our future plans. One girl is going to be moving back to her home country, Brazil, to teach English and Religion. A man who retired when he was 59 and came back to school to finish his BA will be pursuing his dream of being a writer. A boy my age will be figuring out where he wants to go to graduate school. A girl my age will be looking for an editing job. I will be moving to Auburn to start graduate school this fall. It's all so surreal. It just seems so anticlimactic.
Anyway, enough of that. I still have three weeks until graduation. I still have stuff to do, so it's not yet the time for tears.