Graduating senior reflects on her experiences at FDU
I know it’s cheesy to say “what a long, strange trip it’s been,” but those words are precisely the emotions I’ve been feeling for the past month: how weird it feels to finally get to this ending point – the end of an era – the end of college. It’s stupid to say that I didn’t see it coming, but it does truly feel like my days have been eaten away quicker than I had time to process.
My senior year has definitely been filled with ups and downs. I’ve spent time with people I didn’t think I’d get close to, and lost touch with others I thought I’d never lose. I spent literally 90 percent of my free time on the computer, either powering through what I was working on or gearing up for things I would do in the future, i.e. jobs.
As I look back on what I’ve done over these past four years, I realize that it’s impossible to make generalizations about the entire college experience. Some years were obviously better than others; hell even some semesters were much easier to deal with compared to others. But I’m not going to sit here and rant about all the personal experiences I had, all the late hours I spent doing homework or not. That won’t mean anything to someone reading this. What will, however, is the fact that though my years here weren’t perfect, they were mine. Just like your years will be yours, and whatever you do with them is up to you.
College can be as wonderful, as scary, or as awful as you want to make it. I guess in a way, at least to me, it’s a little bit like karma: if you give a little, you’ll get a little in return.
Obviously not everyone who’s gone to FDU can say that. I know quite a few people who would say that they gave so much, and only got a little in return.
But maybe that little bit is found in the friendships or relationships you form with the people you meet. Or maybe that little bit is in your major, one that you’ve explored and worked hard to get through in order to achieve something – mainly a degree. Whether these “little bits” are tangible things or not, they should at least be one of the main things you get out of the college experience.
I’ve had a lot of “little bits” of good things happen to me over my time here at FDU. One of my favorite bits, though, happened this year and only took two semesters to complete.
I wrote the first draft of a novel this year, an actual novel. I spent nights typing more things than I could fully comprehend, but it got (mostly) done. People in different majors or different fields might not comprehend how much work it was, but that’s okay. I know how much work it was and how many hours it took to get everything down in writing (not numerically of course, but you know what I’m getting at).
I know the struggles of taking the good and bad criticism and making it work with the vision I had in my head of how I wanted everything to turn out. I know what it took for me to buckle down and write, more than I’ve ever done both as a student at FDU and as a general person.
As long as I know what I’ve done to get to this point, that’s really all that matters.