Today I finished my last final of my college career. It was a weird feeling. I’m not sure that it’s actually sunk in yet really. At first, I didn’t feel any different than I have with any other final, but then, after a little while, I got pretty sentimental. It seemed fitting that my last final was Shakespeare with Dr. Dixon, who was administering his last test of his thirty-nine year career. I finished college with a final in my own major, for a class with the head of my department, who is retiring now. Once all those things sunk in, I did feel sad, but the fact that I felt sad means that I have so much to be thankful for from these last four years.
Yes, sometimes I get frustrated with the bureaucratic nonsense and other frustrating things, but overall, my college experience has been truly wonderful. The friends I’ve made are ones I hope to keep close to me for the rest of my life. I’ve been privileged to get to know Marcus’s fraternity and consider them my brothers. The professors who taught me have shaped the way I see the world and changed the way I read literature and, perhaps more importantly, changed the way I write and improved it greatly. This year, I got to write a hundred and sixty pages toward a novel and get credit for it. I’ve laughed so hard with friends late at night that my stomach literally hurt. I’ve had deep, important, emotional conversations (usually also late at night). I’ve cried over disappointments, shared joys, and laughed more than anything. It’s been a great four years, folks.
So, even though I am looking forward to going home and being with my family and marrying my best friend in eighty days (not that anyone’s counting), I will miss Grove City dearly and I think it will take a while to sink in that I won’t be coming back in August. For now, that is all for my sentimental ramblings.