Graduation is fast approaching. Classes end Tuesday, finals end the Wednesday after that. Essentially two more weeks until I'm finished and my brain is just starting to realize it! I think it clicked when I picked up my graduation robes on Wednesday. I don't have much motivation to slog through these last couple of days of class, save the fact that I need to do well in two for vet school. I'm not really worried about them, though, because I know I'll pass.
So I've begun to consider what I'll miss about undergrad. The rainy days when my pants get soaked to my ankles walking to class? The sweltering summer days I survived when living in the air conditioning-less dorms? The huge stretch of winter break that nearly makes one want to go back to school? The crime of this corrupted, sorry city? No, none of that. I'll do my best to remember the homecoming parades I was a part of. The semester I developed an interest in teaching through being a TA. The time I got front row seats to a big rivals basketball game. The sense of absolute belonging I feel every day that I set foot on campus. Those will be the things I miss.
But most of all I'm going to miss those damn ferrets. I can't say I'm not excited to have been called up by my old boss to be offered a job paying so much better. But I can't say I won't miss them digging out all their food after I just filled the feeder, sleeping in a giant pile where only feet, tails and whiskers can be distinguished and escaping to scamper across the floor. I really will miss them most of all.
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