I’ve been at college for almost 4 years. It seems like just yesterday I was watching the thunderstorm outside my window before my first 8am culinary lab. It’s crazy to me that everything happens so quickly like this. I have 88 days til I walk across that stage. 

Freshman year was scary. I was in a terrible, awkward, (not really) relationship with someone who didn’t matter. I lost track of people that I shouldn’t have and became friends with people that I really don’t talk to at all anymore. I figured myself out and learned how to get by on my own til I made one of the best friends I have<3. I suffered through a summer doing a job I hated and somehow managed to get through it. I went on adventures and was able to still spend time with my family. 

Sophomore year was drama filled. I lived with my best friend, some asian transfer students, a crazy bitch and a lemming. Most of the year was filled with unnecessary catty shit. Again I changed and learned to adapt to the people around me. That summer I got a job that I loved but was let go halfway through the summer. It made me sad because I loved it so much but obviously I couldn’t do anything about it. As much as I hated the job I had the previous summer, I loved the one I had the next. 

Junior year…. oof. I repeated my stupid mistake of ‘dating’ someone who wasn’t worth it. I gained some more friends whom I loved dearly. I really ‘met’ the guy whom I am currently dating. I goofed off and had some bad experiences in my classes, failing my first. I took classes I didn’t really care about and spent a lot of time sleeping. My summer was insane so a job was not obtained… oh and I failed another class.

Senior year is definitely my favorite. Fall semester was filled with classes I actually enjoyed with people I did not. I pulled off the highest gpa I’ve ever had and got on the Deans List. I started dating my amazing boyfriend and unfortunately had to say goodbye to several of my friends, my best and my boyfriend when they graduated. Spring semester is easy and I hope to get a 3.8. We will see if that is manageable. 

In the four years I have lost good friends, gained new ones and figured out who really care. I learned who is trustworthy, especially after last summer. I resent the people who knew what was going on and still told other people. They told people who were their ‘best friends’ and wouldn’t tell. Funny how people (who should not have known) came up to me and asked about it. A big fuck you to them. My family’s business is no one’s but ours. I’m glad we don’t talk anymore.

In these four years I learned that I am smart and I do have talent. I learned that I have the drive to work hard and make it count. 

I can’t believe I graduate soon.