23 years old, Northern California girl just tryin to get by. This is shit that I like.
Days until I walk in the commencement ceremony: 107
What a trippy feeling. I’ll be officially done with the requirements to meet both my Sociology major and Psychology minor next December. In a little less than a year from now, my life is going to change completely. It’s amazing to look back on every class I took, everything I’ve learned, how many assignments, projects, and papers I’ve turned in… but none of that really matters to me. What will undoubtedly linger in my memory are the people I’ve met and the friendships that have come and gone - especially the ones that stayed true and became even closer to me than members of my family. I will remember my freshman year dorm, my townhouse next to the College Car Wash, the “Manchester Mansion” in M-section, and the townhouse that I live in now on a little circle which eerily resembles Wisteria Lane. This one is by far my favorite - I am in love with everything in my room, my bed, my new TV, the white paper lanterns hanging in the corner. I love my roommates. I will never forget all the roommates I’ve had while I’ve been in college. And the boys… oh, the boys. I may not remember all of them, but I will not forget the important ones - the ones who changed me, who let me change them, and who have forever left a lasting impression on me by either loving me, hurting me, or both. Ah, such it is to be young and to believe that every little thing will ruin your life. I think one of the most important things I learned throughout these four years is something I have already verbalized in a previous post: that time heals all wounds. The human psyche has a wonderful ability to recover from traumatic events, if you let it. I’ve had great times, and I’ve had awful times, but 4 years later I’m dotting my i’s and crossing my t’s, and getting ready to order a cap, gown, and stoles. SSU may not have been my first choice, but I can’t imagine what kind of person I would be if I hadn’t come here. Thank you to everyone who has been a positive force in my life - even if our relationship wasn’t necessarily substantial, even if we didn’t know each other that well - you still helped me mature and grow from a rebellious, immature 17-year-old to a somewhat more thoughtful and hopefully wiser 21-year-old. I’ve made mistakes, and I own them. Here’s to continuing to make mistakes; to learning from them; to knowing myself completely; to the future, and it’s potential for radiant light and eye-opening experiences.
Currently listening to: The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition