It's been said that college is the best four years of your life. From the people you meet to the experiences you have to the knowledge you gain, it all adds up to a meaningful period in your life. Four years ago, I had no idea what college was all about. High school had been great and I was ready for college, but I wasn't ready for what it would mean to my future.
You know those things in life that you just don't ever want to end? A night out with the best friends in the world, a phone call with someone special, a good dream, your favorite TV series, or a chocolate-dipped waffle bowl filled with Cold Stone's "Strawberry blond" ice cream (all right, maybe that's just me, but you get the idea).
I hate graduation, I hate it the most. I don't want to give a speech or a toast. What else you ask? I hate clichés too, like "roses are red and violets are blue." But perhaps what I hate most of all are clichés in senior editorials - the spring, not the fall.
I've been dreading writing this particular article the most because writing it means that my time here is quickly coming to an end. I've spent so much time wondering what inspiring words I could share with all of you, which really means wasting hours searching for meaningful song lyrics and quotes, but I found that there isn't anything I could say that isn't a cliché to someone, somewhere.
The world is crazy and so is graduating from college. In today's world it seems like the odds are against college grads. Growing up, all I used to hear was "go to college and make something of yourself." But now I am amongst graduation, and now it seems like all I hear is "go to grad school if you want to make something of yourself.
I am graduating from college. Wait, I am graduating from college? What?! Who thought it was a good idea to send me off to school for four years and see what would happen? When did someone decide that I was worthy of a diploma? When did I become an adult? Well, the answer to that last one is easy.
It's funny. This thing called graduation. Actually, it's not funny at all. It's quite scary. Over the past four years, this campus has become my home. I don't mean the house I live in with my roommates, or the buildings I've spent hours sitting in classes.
As I sit here, typing my final piece for The Buzz, reality is finally hitting. I'm going to graduate. And while I look forward to what the future brings, I'll do it looking back on all the memories I have from my time here. Four years ago, I came here not really knowing where life would lead.