I’ll be the first one to admit that I am sad about leaving school. I already miss everyone. It’s definitely a mix of feelings though. It is very nice to be home, it is very nice to sleep and relax, but it sucks being away from everyone. It’s hard to manage going from seeing and being around these people on a daily basis to not seeing them for 3 1/2 months. This year in particular has been quite …interesting to say the least. I honestly feel like all of you made this year tolerable. Looking back on this year, I think that had it not been for all the support and caring you all provided me I probably would not have been able to return to Vassar this spring.
That was one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I only know one other time that I have felt that scared, and this time the outcome was drastically different. Because of all the support I receieved I was able to suck it up and not give up like I did in the past. Thank you all for so much.
Honestly, I am a bit apprehensive about next year. It is going to be so hard to be happy and encouraging when all of you are enjoying the senior events and I…well, I’ll be left out.
It seems to be one of those things you just assume will happen. When you’re a little kid you can’t wait until the day you graduate from school. School, of coarse, then means high school. Once you’re actually in High School and if you so choose to pursue the college bound route then you create a new plateua of achievement. Your graduation from college will in all likelihood represent the pinacle of your higher education. You never once have to think about not graduating with the friends you have laughed, cried, and stressed with. That was the hardest choice out of everything I choose to do this first semester. Choosing to go home was easy, choosing to seek “help” was moderatly easy (though J-dogg will attest to that, lol), but trying to get myself to accept that seemingly minor fact hit man harder than I ever thought it would.
I will be there, I will be smiling (to my best ability),I will be proud, and I will be trying to not be sad. At least the class I get to graduate with has some very nice people as well. Liz and Ria, I will be honored to walk with you both. Liz, I love you. I hope you know that. Ria, for all of our bickering and joking I hope you believe that I would be there if you ever needed me to be.
It will be a very bittersweet day. Oh well, no sense worrying about that now… we still have a year of debauchery and pillaging of freshman. And how HOT is that bar going to be?
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