Thirty-two…thirty-one…thirty. Thirty. Days that is. “Until what?” you might be asking. Until the first day of the rest of my life! Post-college, that is. (I’m going to quit being cryptic here in just a second). I’m talking about Graduation Day!
Not gonna lie. Being a graduating senior is pretty legit. I have #seniorstatus now, so that means I get to impart my wisdom on underclassmen about the best things to do in Tulsa, who the raddest professors are, and where the color printers are on campus. It also means that I get to say things like, “You know, when I was your age, we called it ACAC – the Allen Chapman Activity Center – (it’s officially ‘The Union’ now, but in my heart it’ll always be ACAC; imagine how the Aflac duck would say – yep, that’s exactly how you pronounce it).
Speaking of things not being the same anymore – things aren’t going to be the same anymore! My senior friends are going to travel near and far and do wonderful things in the world (but seriously, though – my friends are joining the Peace Corps, going to medical school, participating in Teach for America, getting great jobs – basically, they’re working it). What am I going to do you might ask? Well, in the words of my environmental ethics and conservation professor, Dr.Hill, I am going to flourish! (She likes to ask us every day in class if we’re flourishing – and if you answer ‘no’ too many days in a row, you need to make a change in your life; kind of like that Steve Jobs quote about asking yourself if you’re happy with your life; it’s okay if you’re starting to have an existential crisis right about now – those are normal when your life has boundless opportunity!). Continue reading