Being a Senior

If we are going by hours, I have been a senior since this time last year. Being a senior has truly “hit” me in the last week of classes. It is more of the fact that I’m graduating Dec. 16, than the fact that I’m a senior.
But what is a senior?
In high school, being a senior meant waving around imaginary rewards that you have earned; asserting privileges that are only enforced by adolescent hierarchy; and feeling on top of the world for no apparent reason.
In college, it’s different. It is:
“Stressful, but rewarding.”
“Full of anxiety.”
“A weird feeling of being so comfortable in Auburn after three years of living here and having this school be your home; but having this constant lingering feeling in the back of your mind that in a few months, everything is going to change.”
“Exciting, because you’re finally done with school. Sad, because you’ll miss your friends and school atmosphere. Scary, because now you have to conquer the real world and be a grown up. If you needed one word though: bitter sweet.”
“Transitional. I don’t feel like a college student and fully dependent on my parents but I also don’t feel like an independent adult.”
“Ambivalent, surreal, a ‘decrease in academic responsibilities increase in life responsibilities,’ transition period.”
It feels like you’re reaching for the cookie jar of being an adult, you can touch it and feel it but you can’t quite get it down yet.”
“F—— stressful and crazy as f—.”
All of these things converge to one point. Being a senior is great joy and great stress of the unknown. We are at a point in our lives where transition is inevitable and necessary. But, there is no longer a road map for life.
You are on your own.
And it’s scary, because you’ve never been on your own.
And it’s exciting, because you’ve never been on your own.
Now, is the time to create my own path without the campus bulletin as my guide.
Now, is the time that life begins.
As Raven-Symoné sang, “This is my time, to shine, this is my place to find, all that I have inside, I never knew.  This is my time to show, what I must have always known, that nothings impossible and dreams come true.”
I urge anyone in college, to find joy in every moment. Savor the big and small, the exciting and mundane.  These three, four, or even five years of your life will fly by– don’t let them miss you.

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