Not Your Typical Sentimental Mush
View Feedback | Send this Article | Published 4/18/03
View Feedback | Send this Article | Published 4/18/03
As I sit here trying to write my big "senior good-bye article," I realize something. I don't have time to write it. I don't have time to write it because I have four projects left for one class, three for another, announcements to send out, a paper to write, resumes to send out, and two weeks to do it all in. Basically, my last two weeks at Radford University are going to be the worst two weeks of my life. This is not exactly what I expected my senior year to be like. I've spent the last two years hating Radford. I've become disillusioned with the idea of "college life" because I haven't really had one, and most days I want nothing more than to hold that against anyone who has had one. Many days I resent the fact that I've had to hold two jobs for the past two years just to pay my insurance and keep myself clean and clothed because my parents can't help me out, even as much as they'd like to. But I wouldn't trade all the frustration for anything. After the initial desire to hate all of it, I have learned something here. More important than anything I've learned in class, I've learned how to take care of myself. I've learned how to budget the little money that I do have so that I can still go out with my friends once in a while. I've learned how to not rely on Mommy and Daddy for everything. I've learned how to make decisions on my own and how to stand on my own two feet. I've learned things more valuable than any amount of classroom work could have ever taught me. I've learned that I can survive anything. So good-bye, Radford. I won't miss you, and I probably won't think of you fondly. But I'll never forget you, and I'll be forever grateful for the lessons that I've learned here. Those lessons are the reason that I will survive the "real world." Nicole Ridgeway is Whim's resident OCD patient. Deadlines, people, deadlines! Responses: Refresh frame to view latest entries.
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