It seems ironic that one of my last days here at Butler coincide with the college decision day. As I sit here and see my Twitter fill with #butlerbound students, I can’t help but become nostalgic and remember my past three years. I can hardly believe it has been three years. As sad as it is, this is the longest I have been at one school in my life. My unconventional high school years mean that I never actually attended the same school for many years in a row.
I wish that I could have the classic four years here and yet once I started the three year track I felt that I couldn’t change my mind. I do wish I had done a couple things different, I wish I had chosen a different major, done more activities, made a better effort to stay friends with some people. But overall, I wouldn’t change Butler for anything. It is my home; it is my family. I have loved so many parts and pieces of this campus.
- I’ve loved being the first face that freshman see when they come on the campus
- I’ve loved being a part of an organization that impacts hundreds of children throughout the world
- I’ve loved building relationships that will last a lifetime with some of the best women I know
- I’ve loved taking classes that expand my view of the world and of society
- I’ve loved walking across campus and saying hi to the people I know
- I’ve loved attending numerous basketball games in the historic Hinkle fieldhouse
- I’ve loved being a part of a community that cares
- I’ve loved growing, changing, learning, struggling, laughing, crying, screaming, cheering, working, and playing on this campus.
I hate to say goodbye. Not because I am leaving and finding new adventures but rather because I am not coming back. I am not coming back for more memories. I am not coming back for more laughter, more fun, more stress, more learning. I am moving on leaving the friends that remain behind as I embark on a new chapter. It doesn’t mean we won’t be friends. It doesn’t mean I won’t make new friends. Instead it is the end of one adventure. The closing of one chapter.
It is always hard to move on. And while I say I wish I could stay, I know that even if I did stay for another year I would still struggle to move on and leave behind the school that I love. This school will always be a part of me; I will always love this school. So how can I say goodbye to something that has meant so much?
I guess in this way it can never be goodbye but rather “see you later”…