As I wrap up my junior year of college, I cannot help but feel sentimental and emotional, and all that good stuff. At this point, I'm 75 percent done with my college career, and as I watch my senior friends begin to leave it's finally hitting me how far we've progressed.
The first day of freshman year is a now distant memory, when I was ten pounds lighter and about a hundred times more awkward. The first day of sophomore year is equally long-gone, when I thought I was the coolest kid on this campus, all because of my luxurious Courtyards apartment.
It's been a rocky journey, to say the least, as reality and maturity both fight to set in. I think the problem is that sometimes, everything feels just a bit too repetitive. You go to class, you (don't actually) go to the gym, you make questionable decisions on North Chapel or Cleveland, or wherever, and then the cycle repeats.
As I finish my third year at Delaware, I realize, now more than ever, the importance of what I've learned and done here. It's the friendships I've made that make college what it is. I still live with my freshman floor kiddos and I consider them family, now. The people I've met have made every good and bad moment exactly what they are. I wouldn't trade that.
I don't think we should ever take for granted what we have here. We really are so lucky! We all live together in this strange little Delaware bubble, so we might as well embrace each other and just love it. If I've learned anything, it is to drop the labels, drop the negativity, and just drop it on the dance floor. Something like that.
As my junior year of college ends, and I cry for the thousandth time this week that I'm still not 21, I'd like to thank everyone I've met for helping me discover who I am, and who I'm really not.
No need to enter the summer of dreams (chock full of unpaid internships and minimum wage jobs) with anything other than great memories and a countdown to a senior year spent at Grottos.
