An Ode To UA Seniors
Start writing a post
Student Life

An Ode To UA Seniors

I challenge us.

10
An Ode To UA Seniors
Maggie Gehlsen

As I begin my senior year at UA, I can't but help reflect back on the last three years that have passed so quickly. Three football seasons watching the Crimson Tide dominate, three years full of classes and internships, three years chock full of memories made in Tuscaloosa with people who now have a permanent place in my life. I could write a book about the mark this place has already left on me, but instead, I'll keep this (fairly) short and sweet and to the point.

Recently, I've heard a lot of soon-to-be and new seniors chatting about how they are so ready to be out of Tuscaloosa. Make no mistake, I was one of them. As I watch 3,000 new sorority members flood our town and freshmen from across the country move into their dorms, the more I think, "leaving this place sounds pretty awful." Tuscaloosa has given me much more than an education in the form of a (hopefully) shiny, beautiful diploma *crosses fingers.* Tuscaloosa has given me nearly all the loves of my life. Tuscaloosa has given me a second home, a place of sanctuary and comfort. Tuscaloosa has given me almost all of my nearest and dearest friends. Tuscaloosa has given me one of the most important people in my life. Tuscaloosa's given me a sorority, a home away from home. Tuscaloosa's been the place where I've found my passion, my people, my niche. Tuscaloosa has given me so, so much more than amazing football and an education. Tuscaloosa has given me more than I could've ever imagined starting my freshman year three years ago.

It's hard for me to fathom how three years has gone so quickly, but I guess when you go to the best school in the nation, and have the ability to attend a place that sucks you right in and makes you feel right at home, it's hard not to feel lucky, even if it all went by in a flash. To my senior friends and peers, I challenge you (and myself). I challenge us to move through each day with gratitude and a smile knowing that we had the opportunity to come to Tuscaloosa, to a University that so many hope and pray to attend, and made a life here for ourselves for the last three years.

I challenge us to step in when younger peers and friends need help, and to put yourself back in your freshman year shoes and remember what that felt like — to not know anyone, to not know your way around, to perhaps be calling your mom or dad every hour having a slight panic attack. I challenge us to move through each day (and through our lives) with a deep trust, that we're on the right path to wherever we are going, to whatever we are supposed to be doing. I challenge us to take in each and every day we have left at this beautiful place, to not wish time away, but to bask in the final months we have left here. I challenge us to live graciously, to thank each and every person we can along the way. And last, but certainly not least, I challenge us all to live each day of the next year with the same pride we had as seniors in high school, knowing we would be attending UA come fall.

Seniors, let's make this final year the best one yet. Roll tide.

Report this Content
This article has not been reviewed by Odyssey HQ and solely reflects the ideas and opinions of the creator.
houses under green sky
Photo by Alev Takil on Unsplash

Small towns certainly have their pros and cons. Many people who grow up in small towns find themselves counting the days until they get to escape their roots and plant new ones in bigger, "better" places. And that's fine. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought those same thoughts before too. We all have, but they say it's important to remember where you came from. When I think about where I come from, I can't help having an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for my roots. Being from a small town has taught me so many important lessons that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.

Keep Reading...Show less
​a woman sitting at a table having a coffee
nappy.co

I can't say "thank you" enough to express how grateful I am for you coming into my life. You have made such a huge impact on my life. I would not be the person I am today without you and I know that you will keep inspiring me to become an even better version of myself.

Keep Reading...Show less
Student Life

Waitlisted for a College Class? Here's What to Do!

Dealing with the inevitable realities of college life.

92165
college students waiting in a long line in the hallway
StableDiffusion

Course registration at college can be a big hassle and is almost never talked about. Classes you want to take fill up before you get a chance to register. You might change your mind about a class you want to take and must struggle to find another class to fit in the same time period. You also have to make sure no classes clash by time. Like I said, it's a big hassle.

This semester, I was waitlisted for two classes. Most people in this situation, especially first years, freak out because they don't know what to do. Here is what you should do when this happens.

Keep Reading...Show less
a man and a woman sitting on the beach in front of the sunset

Whether you met your new love interest online, through mutual friends, or another way entirely, you'll definitely want to know what you're getting into. I mean, really, what's the point in entering a relationship with someone if you don't know whether or not you're compatible on a very basic level?

Consider these 21 questions to ask in the talking stage when getting to know that new guy or girl you just started talking to:

Keep Reading...Show less
Lifestyle

Challah vs. Easter Bread: A Delicious Dilemma

Is there really such a difference in Challah bread or Easter Bread?

70853
loaves of challah and easter bread stacked up aside each other, an abundance of food in baskets
StableDiffusion

Ever since I could remember, it was a treat to receive Easter Bread made by my grandmother. We would only have it once a year and the wait was excruciating. Now that my grandmother has gotten older, she has stopped baking a lot of her recipes that require a lot of hand usage--her traditional Italian baking means no machines. So for the past few years, I have missed enjoying my Easter Bread.

Keep Reading...Show less

Subscribe to Our Newsletter

Facebook Comments