End of the line
Some of the changes are physical. Our faces are wiser, older. We're a little bit taller, our hair is shorter, longer, darker, lighter. We grew up here. We are not the same four girls who came to Wagner as eager freshmen, desperately trying to discover who we are and what we want out of this life. We made countless mistakes, we learned hundreds of lessons, and we made an irreplaceable bond.
As my time at Wagner is drawing a close, I can't help but look back and remember even the seemingly insignificant details of what has shaped the past four years. Laying down on my couch, in my apartment that I share with my three best friends, I notice a new frame on Megan's desk. Descending from left to right, in chronological order, are pictures of the four of us from freshman year to senior year. In each of the four pictures we look happy, playful, full of life. I notice the many hairstyles each of us has had -- Megan's fiery red curls switch from long to short to medium length; Leslie's bangs-no-bangs; Kim's brunette to blonde and my blonde to brunette. The changes in our face are subtle, but with each year you can sense the difference in our eyes, our smiles, our closeness as friends.
It's pretty remarkable how we found each other and how we were fortunate enough to have each other during this roller coaster ride that is college. I'll never forget walking into my first dorm room freshman year and seeing Megan sporting khaki capris and long red hair. We were both incredibly nervous, scared, and instantly homesick. Little did I know she would be my roommate, and best friend, for the next four years. Sometimes I feel as if we were meant to meet each other -- as if my going to Wagner was solely for the purpose of meeting Megan.
Meeting Kim was a little different. I was my usual self -- hyper and over-the-top inquisitive. Megan and I were exploring oour new surroundings one night and found a group in a Harborview lobby. Our connection wasn't instant, but as time went on Kim and I found a common meeting ground which to this day is very strong.
Leslie came next - her sparkplug personality at first threatened what I had assumed would be my role in this foursome. Perhaps one of the first lessons I learned at Wagner was that there is more than one way to balance out a friendship.
The four of us, as a group, connected on many levels. Very different in looks, interests, and personalities, we found a comfort and joy in each other's company. Our decision to move in together junior year was unanimous and I don't even think you could call it a decision. It was just assumed, I love that about us. There was never any question. Our relationship is solid.
I wish I could sit here and reflect on every moment of the past four years. I could go on forever about the parties, the laughter, the tears, the boys, the adventures, the hospital trips, the vacations, the inside jokes, the manhattan nights, the wine and cheese nights, the summer emails and calls, the move-in days, the move-out days, the countless memories.
I guess I just can't believe it's almost over.
I know I'll be sitting here on May 19 wishing for more time, more time, more time. The next two months will be spent making the most of every second that's left in the HoZone, at Wagner.
Holla. <3
As my time at Wagner is drawing a close, I can't help but look back and remember even the seemingly insignificant details of what has shaped the past four years. Laying down on my couch, in my apartment that I share with my three best friends, I notice a new frame on Megan's desk. Descending from left to right, in chronological order, are pictures of the four of us from freshman year to senior year. In each of the four pictures we look happy, playful, full of life. I notice the many hairstyles each of us has had -- Megan's fiery red curls switch from long to short to medium length; Leslie's bangs-no-bangs; Kim's brunette to blonde and my blonde to brunette. The changes in our face are subtle, but with each year you can sense the difference in our eyes, our smiles, our closeness as friends.
It's pretty remarkable how we found each other and how we were fortunate enough to have each other during this roller coaster ride that is college. I'll never forget walking into my first dorm room freshman year and seeing Megan sporting khaki capris and long red hair. We were both incredibly nervous, scared, and instantly homesick. Little did I know she would be my roommate, and best friend, for the next four years. Sometimes I feel as if we were meant to meet each other -- as if my going to Wagner was solely for the purpose of meeting Megan.
Meeting Kim was a little different. I was my usual self -- hyper and over-the-top inquisitive. Megan and I were exploring oour new surroundings one night and found a group in a Harborview lobby. Our connection wasn't instant, but as time went on Kim and I found a common meeting ground which to this day is very strong.
Leslie came next - her sparkplug personality at first threatened what I had assumed would be my role in this foursome. Perhaps one of the first lessons I learned at Wagner was that there is more than one way to balance out a friendship.
The four of us, as a group, connected on many levels. Very different in looks, interests, and personalities, we found a comfort and joy in each other's company. Our decision to move in together junior year was unanimous and I don't even think you could call it a decision. It was just assumed, I love that about us. There was never any question. Our relationship is solid.
I wish I could sit here and reflect on every moment of the past four years. I could go on forever about the parties, the laughter, the tears, the boys, the adventures, the hospital trips, the vacations, the inside jokes, the manhattan nights, the wine and cheese nights, the summer emails and calls, the move-in days, the move-out days, the countless memories.
I guess I just can't believe it's almost over.
I know I'll be sitting here on May 19 wishing for more time, more time, more time. The next two months will be spent making the most of every second that's left in the HoZone, at Wagner.
Holla. <3