Four Years. One Degree. Endless Memories. That’s wrapping up my college experience in a tight, bright pink bow.
I could tell you that everything about my college experience was perfect, the college I choose, the city I live in, the friendships I had, I could tell you it was all amazing. But, the reality of it was so much more than that. All of the struggles I faced makes me happy that college wasn’t perfect. In fact, college was a mess of pain, heartache, and tons and tons of coffee. That’s the story I want to share with you.
The whirlwind that has been my life for the last four years is a story that deserves to be told and it’s a story I hope inspires others.
I can’t tell you that there aren’t things I wouldn’t change, of course if I could bring my brother back I would, but I can’t, and because of that I have chosen to be grateful for what my brothers death has taught me. Losing Joshua taught me to have strength, strength I didn’t know was possible. His death instilled in me a belief that life is truly short and it can be scary, but if you work for the dreams you have, life can also be beautiful and wonderful and special.
Despite the heartache and the pain, my experience at MMC was irreplaceable and something I will remember forever. I have grown friendships I know will last a lifetime, I worked hard, and I fought hard to get to this day and I am so incredibly proud of myself. My friends and my family taught me to push through, they reminded me that a day will come when I get to walk across the stage at Lincoln Center, in one of the greatest cities in the world, and receive a piece of paper I was proud of. That day has come and gone, and I could not be more proud of myself for achieving that milestone.
Getting a degree in English meant reading Shakespeare, it meant reading the classics and telling a story through literature that was decades and possibly hundreds of years old. I wrote paper after paper and studied for test after test, and that is definitely the messy part. But the beauty of college is walking away with relationships with friends and professors, people who taught you lessons in life and not just in literature.
To my parents, Mom, Dad, I don’t really know what to say, except thank you for giving me the world, and one day, I’m going to give it back. I love you.
To Joshua, you taught me to fight and to fight hard. Just know, everything I accomplish in life, is because of the motivation and love I feel from you everyday.
To my friends, Megan, we’ve been through a lot, we’ve faced bad friendships and bad boyfriends, but in the face of pain, we fought together, and I will never forget that. I love you. To Emily and Peggy, thank you for making me laugh, thank you for pushing me when I didn’t think I had any fight left in me.
To my professors, JB, Maczynska, Colvin, and Jerry, thank you for never giving up on me and for telling me to fight. Thank you for pushing me and for teaching me the beauty in literature and in language. To Dr. Sledge, thank you for the endless hours of working on my thesis, two of them actually, you fostered a passion in me and I don’t know how to thank you.
To my family, you believed in me, encouraged me, and loved me, and I thank you for that love. You mean the world to me and I couldn’t have wished for a better support system, for a better family.
All of these people have made me the person I am today. And I love you all.
Four years ago, I took a chance on New York City, and today, New York City takes a chance on me. I’ve already shared with you all what my plan is for my career and for life, but I can’t wait to see what the world has planned for me. I know there will be more pain and more tears along the way, but I will fight for my dreams and the world knows that, and she is ready for me.
I am ready and watch me conquer.