The day that I have been counting down to since my freshman year has finally come, graduation.
With the big day less than a week away, I can’t help but have mixed emotions. I’m happy that classes are over and finals almost done, but I’m sad that I will no longer be living in a small studio apartment in Macomb. I know at one point I hated my apartment and I didn’t always love Macomb, but it all hit me when I went to purchase my cap and gown. As the man behind the counter handed me my order he said, “Congratulations on making it.” I realized then that I did make it. I am graduating and leaving WIU. The next time I come to Western, it will be as an alumnus, a visitor…not as a student.
Leaving this lifestyle with minimal responsibilities is starting to scare me. I can’t imagine not being able to walk everywhere, wake up at noon, eat pizza for every meal, or go out every night of the week. When I leave Macomb, I almost feel like I’ll be leaving my adolescence, and will be welcoming adulthood. I’ll be moving back in with my parents, (hopefully) going to graduate school, and holding an internship or job. Each of these will require a lot of responsibility, something I’m not sure I’m ready for. But whether or not I’m ready, the time is here.
When I walk across the stage to accept my diploma I’ll know that here at WIU I worked my hardest, met the best people, and had the most fun. These past four years are memories that will last a lifetime and will never fade. I don’t think I’ll ever say goodbye to WIU; I’m already planning my first alumni trip. I think I’ll just say see ya later because I know I’ll always be back.