Well, I have officially finished my first semester of my senior year. It’s a strange feeling – I’ve been going non-stop for the past fifteen weeks that I haven’t really had a chance to think about everything that I’ve learned or everything that’s happened to me. That’s why I really like finals week (in a very weird way. But if you’ve been reading this blog for more than one entry, you know that I’m not normal) – it gives me a chance to reflect on everything that I’ve learned in my classes for the entire semester.
But it also gives me a chance to think about what happened personally over the past semester. Specifically, tonight was the last night that C. Dan, Courtney, and I will be on campus together. C. Dan is headed off to Rome next semester, and Courtney is going to Gauladet in D.C. It’s a really strange feeling – I’ve started to say my good-byes now, even though I was only preparing myself to do so in May (then again, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready).
What’s great about the rush of the semester is that you really don’t have time to think that this is your last fifteen weeks with some of your friends. Instead, you just take one day at a time simply because you don’t have time to think, “Wow, we only have three more weeks to have some crazy times!” Of course, that means that when that final week does happen, you can’t help but think about that.
Sorry for being so personal, but it is kind of difficult to say goodbye (especially to these two individuals who have been such an integral part of my life at Holy Cross). It’s weird to think that next semester C. Dan’s crazy personality won’t be readily available, and Courtney won’t be looking at everyone on the dance team as if we all have five heads (she truly is the only relatively normal one on the team, and her perspective is oh so appreciated!).
So, yes, I’m happy and excited for my friends, but that doesn’t make saying good-bye any easier. Of course, when I arrive back home in Georgia tomorrow at 1:50 p.m., I will have this waiting for me:
Colleen Curran '11