Well, readers. This is it. The end.
I’m writing to you from my practically bare dorm on the eve of graduation day. This whole week has been a whirlwind of activity and fun that I’ve barely had a moment to even think about my impending walk across the stage. But here I am, dwelling on what tomorrow means, and it feels very strange.
It feels like nerves, dread, happiness, excitement, sadness and fear all rolled into one emotion. My stomach really hates me right now.
I mentioned how fun this past week has been, so let me tell you a bit about it.
Senior Week, as it is called, has been wonderful. I’ve gotten to spend time with many of my fellow seniors, and we’ve all really enjoyed each others company. Lunch at the President’s House was a nice, relaxing way to spend a few hours in the sun. Yesterday we all went to Churchill Downs and lost a bit of money (maybe that was just me), and then made our way to see a Bats game downtown. Tonight we spend our last evening as a class at one of Bellarmine’s favorite hangouts, Shenanigans.
And then…it will be tomorrow. Tomorrow we all don our gowns and caps and march ourselves all over campus. I’ll be shaking in my (stylish yet affordable) heels all the way until I get my diploma.
Then I don’t know how I’ll feel. Relieved? Ecstatic? Sad? I’m not sure. I’ll have to tell you when I find out.
