Senior year of college is right around the corner. Which means it's high time I make a bunch of goals for myself, ones that I should not slack off on or blatantly ignore.
Thing is though, living with and having mostly senior friends last year, I got to do like a trial run. And one thing I realized, was that nobody realized it was ending. Which is both good and bad. If you don't think about it being over, the inevitable end is not looming in the back of your mind. However, if you think you have all this time, you're sorely mistaken.
I don't want it to be the last month of the semester when I start doing all bucket list items. I want to soak up each college-y moment, every football game, bar night, pregame that turns into the game, every hangover and hilarious recapping of our antics (and heavily relying on my camera). Taking notes with new pens on new paper, reading books I wouldn't pick out otherwise, the color of the leaves by Mirror Lake, the swings. Roommates and best friends feet from each other, coffee breaks from work a the Benton, the likelihood of all nighters at Homer.
All of this is so fleeting which heightens its importance. I'll be the first to admit UConn was not my favorite place in the world freshman year. I didn't like my living situation, I didn't branch out the way everyone (including myself) assumed that I would. Sophomore year, with the help of Sara and Liz and Marisa and the rest of New London things changed. I stayed more weekends, went to events and such... and GASP started to be myself at UConn. I firmly believe college is not "the best four years of your life," the thought of that is just too sad. But I do know it's four of the most formative and most important years of my life. I know I'll never forget it.
I didn't love love love it so much that I couldn't bear to leave it, hence studying abroad and this blog in the first place. But here I am, with one year left and I am so nervous and anxious and excited. I love UConn, I love the U and the library, the "classroom building", the walk from Charter Oak to McMahon, or from Hilltop to Thirsties. I love waiting for Sgt. Pepps to be open to eat pizza for breakfast. I love how much I hate the rain there, and the snow. I love that when I think about snow and UConn I picture CLAS and Wilbur Cross. I love the buildings and my desk at study abroad.
So I guess my main goal, the one I know I'll keep... Take NOTHING for granted. This is not permanent.
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