This seems to be the phrase of the week. In the whirlwind that has been these past five days, I’ve finished my summer internships, moved into my new house in Chico, hosted orientation for the newspaper and had a handful of meetings. All of this while trying to comprehend and come to terms with the fact that my final year of college technically begins in just four days.
I’m back in this town that I’ve learned to love, and I feel the words “I’m a senior” come out of my mouth when meeting new people. Simultaneously, there are swarms of freshmen who just moved into their new dorm rooms with big dreams and hopes and absolutely no idea of all that they’ll see, learn, do and explore over these next few years. It makes me nostalgic and envious that they have four wonderful college years to look forward to while I am scraping at the bottom of the jar to make the most of my final one.
But I’m optimistic. With the most supportive roommates I could ask for, a senior year “bucket list” and a new job as managing editor of the newspaper, I see no reason why this shouldn’t be a year to remember. My only request is that time moves slowly enough for me to appreciate and take advantage of each day in this town before everything changes and “real life” sets in. The college lifestyle is a rare one—one that you never get back after graduation.
Of course, I’m also preparing myself for the many, many instances in which people will ask, “So, what are your post-college plans?” I’m hopeful about those too, and I look forward to finding out those plans once the time comes. Until then, I can only hope that I end up doing something I enjoy as much as my college experience.