Well that most magical of moments finally happened. I registered for my very last semester of college. I never thought it would happen. As I was registering my hands started to shake and I thought I was going to pass out at any moment.
It is hard to explain the rush of emotions. For the first time ever I want to walk across that stage and show the world I did it. It is euphoric and terrifying in the same breath.
I have learned so much these four and a half years at school; everything from politics to life in general. I cried myself to sleep too many times to count and thought about quitting more than that. My depression hit an all-time low the first class I failed and then bounced around like a ping pong ball on speed.
I try not to think too closely about what comes after school because I want to cry each time. Will I stay where I am? Will I move to another country? What kind of job? Am I ready to write hard news stories that will cause controversy?
These questions and more keep me awake at night tossing and turning, wondering if I am ready and what I have to look forward to in my future. I know things will work out how they are supposed to and I have been blessed to have received an education.
I will miss those close friends that I had most of my classes with. I am going to miss those teachers that made you want to come to class. They made it fun and engaging. The lesson was not always on topic, but it was a lesson worth learning for the rest of your life. I will miss those moments of clarity and acceptance.
Most of all I will miss the security that school brings. It was a safe place that I could go and learn, or hang out. It was a place that made me feel welcome and encouraged. It was a place that taught me to accept others as they are because everyone has something to offer this world. College was a place that taught me to have an opinion and to fight for that opinion.
College made me grow up and for that I will always be grateful.