The Time for Graduation is at Hand!
Tomorrow I have to take my last undergraduate final exam, and it is, fittingly enough, in Spanish. I’ve been somewhat nostalgic about my college career; it’s been a time of great success, great trial, and a fair number of mildly annoying setbacks. At the risk of sounding like an after-school special, I’ll write that I think that the most important lesson I learned in these past five years is that identity is not a constant.
We all change and grow as we learn and experience new things. I’ve certainly learned quite a bit in class, and most important, outside of class. I would say that my conception of who I am now is nothing like it was when I was a freshman, sitting at my desk in Mary Markley Hall and banging my head against a wall, trying to figure out why I decided to take Japanese.
I suppose the purpose of this rambling introspective diatribe is just for me to say the following:
“I have made it.”