So I'm sitting here and it's 2:00 a.m. on the night before (or, rather, morning of) my last day of my junior year of college.
'Scuse me while I start crying, ok? Ok.
Cause y'all. I just decided I was going to go, like, YESTERDAY. How has it been three years already?!
A few weeks ago, I registered for classes for my senior year. My senior year. I can't even wrap my brain around that. I love this school so much, and I've loved the last three years SO. MUCH. and Idon'twannagrowupandleave!
I'm going to get all sentimental and sappy here for a second. But this school, from the second my high school guidance counselor told me about it, has been my dream school. It was the only place I applied (thank GOD I got in), and even though it's been challenging, I don't regret one second of my time here. This school is the first place where I've felt I could thrive academically, and fit in completely — socially, politically, and otherwise.
This school has made this city my home. It's given me some of the best friends in the world. It's given me an amazing job and an incredible education.
So even now, when I'm sitting here facing an all-nighter (why am I blogging?!?!?!) to get ready for tomorrow's final exam, final paper, and final portfolio that are due, I still feel happy and at peace. Because this place, this school...this is me.
I'm a lucky, lucky girl.
P.S. Check out this video — at 0:42 in, that's my school (and me) chanting that it gets better!!!