So, this is it. I’m sitting here typing at 2:57 pm on a Thursday afternoon needing to pack to go home–forever from the dorm, which is just weird–but instead typing out a blog that won’t change the world or anything.
My GPA is a 3.576. I’ll get cum laude on my diploma, and Saturday starting at nine A.M. (ouch!) I’ll be sitting on Flowerhill listening to speakers and trying not to cry–because I know I will at some point because I’ll keep thinking about how my dad should be there and how unfair it is that he isn’t–and waiting to hear my name so I can concentrate on not tripping in my high heels as I walk across the stage to get my diploma. Wow.
It hasn’t really hit that I won’t be coming back to this beautiful campus to live (certainly, I will to visit! I’m terrible at staying away). I won’t be able to drive back under the stars that I can actually see because I’m not in a city full of bright lights while the fog curls in on the roads–well, I mean, I could, because who would stop me, but it wouldn’t be the same. And on one hand, it’s good. I’m tired of lugging my basket full of laundry and assorted things for the weekend home and back again. I’m tired of writing for classes even though I loved college and loved being good at writing (especially with history–clearly I chose the right major). But I’ll miss the hell out of this place.
I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be at Alabama, where students are left with a sense of disjointedness. They don’t even get to walk at graduation until August 6–how crappy is that? I cannot possibly imagine what that’s like, but to be fair, I really haven’t tried. I don’t want anything else to spoil my own graduation experience, and that’s selfish. In my head, it’s already torture that my dad won’t be able to come and sit in the audience, or my grandmother won’t be able to come and sit and cry with my mom and aunt. And don’t get me wrong–I’m so glad for all of my relatives and friends or whatever who will come! But because I’ve lost two people so dear to me and have to experience the biggest accomplishment of my life without them, I don’t really want to imagine what being in a state of different loss like UA students’ loss is like.
Maybe that’s selfish–I think it is. But I didn’t go to UA, and so I will be able to walk at graduation, I will get to cry and probably get annoyed at the number of pictures being taken even though I do want pictures, and I’ll get to think about moving gracefully so I don’t trip on the stage on the way to my diploma–although, I have to say, it’d be pretty fitting if I did trip, I mean, few are clumsier than me. And for that (that is, being able to walk) I’m grateful. I’m especially grateful that our commencement won’t last as long as other colleges’ will, because while we do have a formidable amount of students, God bless Montevallo for being comparatively small.
To all my friends I met here at Montevallo, I love each and every one of you. I can’t imagine what college would have been like without you–much lonelier, I know. To all my professors who might read this, especially my history professors, thank you for making my college experience one of a kind. You have been so kind and funny and I will never forget any of you. And to anyone else who might see me bawling in pictures or at graduation itself…well, haters gonna hate, and criers gonna cry. I’m the latter.
…Saturday, here I come!