Dear Senior Year,
This is my year. This is the year that all I have ever wanted to happen, does. This will not be a year of failure, but a year of success. This is senior year of college, when all of my years of homework, experiments, studying, and tests come to an end and I walk in my cap and gown to receive the degree that I have worked so hard for.
You came faster than I could have ever imagined. They say college is the greatest four years of your life, and they aren’t lying. I have learned so much about myself these past few years. I have changed, I have grown, and I have become better. As much as I have enjoyed and loved being in college, I am both happy and sad to say I am a senior.
Senior year, half of me is ready for you to start, and the other half is afraid, fearing all of the changes that are bound to happen, but also exhilarated by the thought. This is the year that everything changes. This is the year that I have looked forward to since the beginning of school, the year I thought would never get here. It’s here now, and all I can do is cherish you.
I’ll cherish every day of you. I’ll even cherish the 8 a.m. lectures, the 3-hour labs, and the passion the professors have for what they teach. I’ll cherish time with friends, and whether that time is spent staying in or going out, I know it will be unforgettable. I’ll cherish the football and baseball games. I’ll cherish Homecoming and Greek Week. Most of all, I will cherish the uniqueness of campus and how beautiful it is. There won’t be a moment left untouched. Every day of senior year will be unforgettable. It needs to be. This is the last year I am at my home away from home. After this year, I’ll be an adult with adult responsibilities.
Senior year is when I’m supposed to realize my destiny. Whether that destiny is getting a job, going on to graduate studies, or going on an adventure around the world, I know wherever I am headed, that I am bound for greatness. I have gone through years of hard work and some struggles, all to say I am a senior. I am top tier. It’s time to show those who doubted me how far I have come.
In a year, this will all be over. I will put on my cap and gown, and I will shake the hand of the President of the University as I receive my diploma. When that day comes, it will be because of you. You, senior year, the year that I became who I was supposed to be. The year that all of my hard work paid off. You are the year every freshman looks forward to, and then you’re here, in the blink of an eye.
Dear Senior Year, take good care of me.