11 Mayıs 2010, Çarşamba
saat: 03:59
I've spent the past three days straight camping out in the library, creating classical music radio stations on my Pandora and eating Wheat Thins and coffee for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Although Finals Week is a brutal task, at least it is reassuring to know everybody has to fight through it. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. The library was jam-packed; I couldn't find a desk in my usual 'north reading room', I had to look for a spot in the fourth floor, and seeing that room was crammed with people left me no choice but to go to the third floor, which I detest the most. Oh, after eleven-hour-long paper-writing process, my brain was fried, and I was probably thisclose to killing someone. After all, how many florescent library lights and Pandora commercials can one girl take!?
Now that I've submitted my last two final papers (Turnitin.com, I'm gonna never, ever, miss you!), I'm done. My college years have officially ended and it happened much. too. fast. in my opinion. It feels like I just got here, just took my first public bathroom shower, just attended my first lecture, my first frat party. But at the same time, with the amount I've learned, seen and done in the past 4 years, I feel like I've been here forever.
When I first arrived, the campus seemed huge, filled with thousands of strangers that I didn't know, and navigating around it seemed to require a GPS device. After about a month, though, I was zipping around like I'd been there for years.
And all those people.. Gosh, they were everywhere! They were in the halls, in the bathroom, in the dining hall, in my way. At first, I literally craved some peace and quiet instead of that horrible girl singing in the shower on the third floor. A week later, I looked on the bright side: there was always someone around to hang out with or chat with.
And I remember the first paper I wrote - oh, God, it was dreadful! It was worth so much more of my grade, and the afternoon spent in the library trying desperately to pound out the damn thing was simply painful. Now, of course, 20-page papers seem godsend.
My college experience was a complete transition from life at home and, I realize that the girl writing her last final paper is very different than that girl who called her parents nightly when she first moved in. I'm an older, wiser, more content version of myself..Maybe I can add 'less optimistic, and less hopeful' to the list, as well.
But still, there never seems to be enough time these days for everything I want to do.I want to tie up lose ends, check off more things on my bucket list and hang with my friends. But despite all the things I've yet to do, soon I will be packing up, moving out, and moving on.
I still know graduation is fast approaching, but if one more friend reminds me that I am actually graduating in a couple of weeks, I swear I'm gonna smack him. Oh, he had better be prepared to get a dirty look if he dares to congratulate a senior on leaving behind the best four years of her life.
