Well, my time at UT is officially over. (*Cue waterworks*)
I have spent the last four years laughing, crying, stressing, going to class,
skipping class, going to football games, learning, teaching, and most importantly, growing to love orange more and more. I could not have asked for a better college experience, and there is not one thing I would take back if I could. The people I’ve met along the way are some of the greatest people I’ve ever known, and I look forward to keeping in touch with them as we go our separate ways and follow our individual paths.
This past week has been crazy. For starters, about 30 of my closest friends saw me bawl my eyes out for the first time. I had successfully made it four years with probably only three of them having ever seen me cry. Not a big crier. Sentimental thoughts and fears of the unknown drove me to tears, though. I even allowed people to hug me. #SHUDDER. Then, the next day I got to see one of my very best friends graduate. Valedictorian of the Nursing program. NBD. Not like that’s hard or anything…she was the one who introduced me to Ultimate Frisbee, some of my very favorite people, and being weird as hell. Oh, and Menchies. God love her. She also got her dream job so snaps to her. #Attaguuuurl. (I really think hashtagging within conversations is gonna catch on so I’m going with it.) My family also came in town that night and I got to show them my Knoxville stompin’ grounds. (Shoutout to them for supporting me throughout my college career!) It was a delight to spend time with them and I got to take my brother to The Library, a classy speakeasy with drinks to die fo’. Aaaaand for once I was getting to introduce him to something rather than the other way around. He’s always ahead of the curve. (Except for that one time he asked me if I had heard “that song ‘Umbrella’ by Rihanna…five years after it came out.) Thursday was the big day. I graduated wearing the following mortarboard:
People didn’t want to sit by me…awkwaaaaaaaaaaard.
But whateva. I didn’t fall when I walked across the stage which was my primary concern so all’s well that ends well. That night, another one of my bestiezzz had a graduation party that was a delightful send off to those who I won’t see again for awhile (tear). And finally, on Friday, me and the friend I’m living with in Nashville decided on an apartment and got the paperwork started to move in the first weekend in June! WHEW! (Still debatable whether or not I’ll crash and burn in Nashville, but I’m optimistic.)
Overall, UT was perfect. When applying to colleges, I didn’t ever think I would actually go there, and after my traumatic orientation (blasting “Rocky Top” at 7am in the jail-cell-like Clement Hall (Long live Massey!) with no friends to talk to and a more-awkward-less-outgoing-than-I-am-now personality), I didn’t think I’d survive college. I’m pretty sure I spent about 95% of that weekend pretending to be talking on my phone. Now I only do that in the UTMOST of awkward situations! Like say, 85% of the time. LOLZ JAYKAY NOT THAT OFTEN.
At UT, I got to experience my first time living with a roommate, which truly could not have turned out better, (also my first time living with three roommates, and….seven roommates…and a dog), my first apartment, my first time doing my own laundry (don’t judge…),
my first time ruining my own laundry, my first time getting to eat whatever I wanted (CURSE YOU SOPHIES AND PCB FOR ONLY HAVING DELICIOUS PIZZA AND BAGELS! AND PROBABLY PIZZA BAGELS! #Freshman5000), and even my first time having friends of the male species (all-girls middle and high school education REPRESENT!). I did manage to survive without pulling one all-nighter. Came pretttttty close this last semester, though.
As cheesy as this is, we all now know I’m secretly sentimental. So I just wanted to say, I will never forget the teachers, classes, teammates, and friends that made my journey the best it could be. Shoutout to y’all. Love you guise foreva and always.