And so it begins. The first day of my last semester. Also known as the last first day of school. Hopefully forever. I have no intention of ever going back to school after this semester… unless I start my own reformed education place of learning. But I digress…
While I sat in the back of the taxi on my way back to school, I was honestly quite sad about not being home anymore. Yes, I’m a 22 year old senior and I still hate having to leave home. But as the taxi drove over the Key Bridge and the university came into view… I was taken aback.
I was instantly brought back to the summer before my senior year of high school doing the generic college tour with my dad. Georgetown was the last school I visited. I liked a bunch of other colleges I toured, but I knew I was going to go to Georgetown. I am fairly certain I turned to my dad five minutes into the tour and said, “Okay, I am going to Georgetown.”
I also remembered the day my parents helped me move into my freshman dorm. We flew from Tampa with practically a million boxes on the airplane. We spent a stressful couple of hours in Bed, Bath, & Beyond. We couldn’t figure out which entrance to use to get onto campus with the rental car. We pushed giant carts filled with everything I brought from the parking garage to the dorm… where the elevators were not on. That first night that I spent in the dorm was strange and felt completely surreal… as if I were simply in a hotel and would be returning to Tampa the next morning.
My freshman year roommate!
It’s extremely difficult for me to wrap my mind around the fact that this is IT. The last semester. After every exam week, I would countdown: 1/8 complete, 1/4 complete, 3/8 complete…
Here’s to finishing strong!!!