End in sight
So the end of college is officially in sight. I have one full weekend left before I start studying for finals. There are barely 3.5 weeks until I'm back in New York, let alone just done with exams. The phrase "this is the last time..." has become a regular in my vocabulary, and I'm beginning to walk around campus and around Boston with some tears in my eyes.
I know I elected to graduate early, and I'm happy that I am. I clearly was never the person who said college was the best years of her life, nor was I ever all "RaRa BU rocks!" Much of the time, I was majorly pissed at BU for screwing me in some way, shape, or form. Or sometimes, I was just pissed at the Biology department, my professors and my teachers. I never spent a ton of time on campus (apart from my first semester and the semester that Marc was abroad), so I can't say I was ever a major part of the BU "community." It's not that I'm regretting my decision to leave, nor am I all of a sudden a rabid terrier. I've spent almost all of the last 3.5 years listing reasons why NYC is a superior city to Boston (and I still believe it is). But at the end of the day, Boston is still a quaint little city with tons of charm and tons of amazing memories. I've walked down so many streets and been so many places since '03. It's just starting to hit me that it's over. I'm losing some restaraunts that I truly love, I need to find a new coffee shop/martini bar, a new burger place/brewery, a new Italian place, a new dessert place, and a new salon and hair stylist. I'll no longer walk through the Common, pass a colonial graveyard, or bum around Quincy Market. Granted, I'll no longer have to deal with the MBTA, but I also won't walk around Beacon Hill in the spring anymore. There won't be anymore Patriot's Days, but there won't be anymore Red Sox fans (at least not a majority). I'll also have to pay for my Starbuck's and my Ben and Jerry's, and I won't have my own apartment anymore. Granted, I won't have to fight for a washing machine, cook all my own food (for now), or deal with the drunks at 3am. No more BU hypocrosy, no more RA's, alcohol limitations, or inane policies. But I'm going to be out on my own and trying to find a job and going to grad school. It's scary how fast time flies.
It really feels like I graduated from high school yesterday and that I just started college. It feels like yesterday that I still thought I was going to Cornell and to Vet school. It's hard to realize that that was over three years ago. I'm 21 and in a matter of months, my college diploma will be hanging on the wall. It's just absolutely terrifying how fast time can really go by. Everyone told me it would, but I didn't believe them. Afterall, when you start, four years seems like a lifetime.
All in all, I don't think I really have any regrets. At least, not over anything that I could have possibly known. In the end, BU was crappy at times, but I don't think it was quite as bad as I made it out to be sometimes. Or at least, not any worse than anywhere else. Even still, I doubt they'll get any donations from me. They charge enough in tuition.
So my last final is on December 19. I leave for New York on December 22. If you want to see me, try to find an hour for coffee somewhere. I'll be back in May for Graduation though.
Time really flies. Someday, I'll realize that.
<3 Sarah
I know I elected to graduate early, and I'm happy that I am. I clearly was never the person who said college was the best years of her life, nor was I ever all "RaRa BU rocks!" Much of the time, I was majorly pissed at BU for screwing me in some way, shape, or form. Or sometimes, I was just pissed at the Biology department, my professors and my teachers. I never spent a ton of time on campus (apart from my first semester and the semester that Marc was abroad), so I can't say I was ever a major part of the BU "community." It's not that I'm regretting my decision to leave, nor am I all of a sudden a rabid terrier. I've spent almost all of the last 3.5 years listing reasons why NYC is a superior city to Boston (and I still believe it is). But at the end of the day, Boston is still a quaint little city with tons of charm and tons of amazing memories. I've walked down so many streets and been so many places since '03. It's just starting to hit me that it's over. I'm losing some restaraunts that I truly love, I need to find a new coffee shop/martini bar, a new burger place/brewery, a new Italian place, a new dessert place, and a new salon and hair stylist. I'll no longer walk through the Common, pass a colonial graveyard, or bum around Quincy Market. Granted, I'll no longer have to deal with the MBTA, but I also won't walk around Beacon Hill in the spring anymore. There won't be anymore Patriot's Days, but there won't be anymore Red Sox fans (at least not a majority). I'll also have to pay for my Starbuck's and my Ben and Jerry's, and I won't have my own apartment anymore. Granted, I won't have to fight for a washing machine, cook all my own food (for now), or deal with the drunks at 3am. No more BU hypocrosy, no more RA's, alcohol limitations, or inane policies. But I'm going to be out on my own and trying to find a job and going to grad school. It's scary how fast time flies.
It really feels like I graduated from high school yesterday and that I just started college. It feels like yesterday that I still thought I was going to Cornell and to Vet school. It's hard to realize that that was over three years ago. I'm 21 and in a matter of months, my college diploma will be hanging on the wall. It's just absolutely terrifying how fast time can really go by. Everyone told me it would, but I didn't believe them. Afterall, when you start, four years seems like a lifetime.
All in all, I don't think I really have any regrets. At least, not over anything that I could have possibly known. In the end, BU was crappy at times, but I don't think it was quite as bad as I made it out to be sometimes. Or at least, not any worse than anywhere else. Even still, I doubt they'll get any donations from me. They charge enough in tuition.
So my last final is on December 19. I leave for New York on December 22. If you want to see me, try to find an hour for coffee somewhere. I'll be back in May for Graduation though.
Time really flies. Someday, I'll realize that.
<3 Sarah