End of the Semester Blues F 04-Sp 05

 Funny…four years ago when I was a freshman at Syracuse
University, I couldn’t wait to go home. At the end of finals my first
year I left Syracuse University on May 2nd since my finals had ended
the night before. I didn’t even think about staying late. Now, four
years later, I don’t want to leave. It’s 6:43 in the morning and I’m
starting to clean up my room so it’s easier to pack. I hate this
feeling…like everything is ending. Last year my best friends
graduated. This year almost all of my remaining friends are graduating.
I’m not sorry I’m staying an extra year; I just wish everyone else was
as well.

I look back and this past year and smile; it hasn’t been always
wonderful, but once again I’ve gone through changes and experienced
things I didn’t think I would. I lived by myself for awhile, an
experience I hated and don’t care to repeat. I was hurt by two men and
think I may be falling in love with a third. I lost some old friends
and made some new ones. I grew closer to my pledge class, but this
semester I felt like I grew apart. It’s partly my fault since I spend
so much of my time with Mike, Jennie, and Bridgette. But they have
always made sure to include me in their plans and make me feel wanted,
whereas my pledge class never really did. This past semester in the
house on ‘M’ street has been a roller coaster ride; I’ve constantly had
money problems, issues with people not cleaning or leaving the
thermostat on 60 in the dead of winter…but I wouldn’t go back into my
one-person apartment for anything in the world. These girls gave me an
amazing (for the most part) second semester.

The semester is not quite over so I’m not sure why I’m writing this. I
know that everything will get hectic with the end-of-the-year parties,
Bar Crawl, and packing so I figured I’d steal a quiet moment while I
have the chance.

My father once asked me at the end of my freshman year if I was glad
that I went away to college. I didn’t answer him at the time, but I
remember thinking to myself, “Ask me in four years and I’ll have an
answer.” Although I am not graduating, it is four years later and I now
know I can definitively say “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

**Artist**