As you may or may not know, tomorrow is commencement, and consequently, I'm anticlimactically kicked out of my TA Monday morning at 9am. Yes, I also think it's weird that they pretty much hand us our diplomas then toss us out on the street literally less than 24 hours later, but then again, I also thought it was strange that in my mail this morning I received a letter asking me to donate money right after I stop paying tuition, as if I have a job or something. Huh?! But amidst all the craziness and irrational money begging, college is coming to a bittersweet end that I never thought would come.
It's hard to come to terms with the fact that, after tomorrow, not every room I enter will harbor a Steinway piano or be inhabited with the people that I have come to know over my four years at Vassar. I've stayed for commencement weekend in the past, once for my job and another time for a furniture recycling program called SWAPR (really awesome, tons of free stuff!), but when you're not the one graduating, there's always that reassuring feeling that you'll be back in the fall. But now it's hard to accept that I won't be back in the fall and really have no idea where I'll be or what I'll be doing in as little as a few weeks from now.
Tonight is my last night as a college student. While I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going after tomorrow, I'll finally have something tangible to show that I made it (it's called a diploma). And considering this is probably the sappiest entry I've written yet this year, I think it calls for a sequel. Next time I'll inform you that I tripped down the amphitheater as they called my name at commencement and preceded to receive the wrong diploma.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
April Showers Bring May Flowers... Or is it Vassar's Greenhouse?
Spring is probably my favorite season at Vassar. It’s not blistering hot or humid (don’t get me started on summer…), the campus turns from gray to green, and students finally emerge from their caves and let you know that there is, indeed, life on campus. On a more depressing note, this morning I was reminded that this is my last spring at Vassar when the AAVC (Alumni Association of Vassar College) emailed me their May newsletter. WHAT??!! If you’re going to send me your newsletter, you’d better give me my degree.
Yesterday the class of 2008 was officially welcomed to the AAVC, which began at convocation (I’ll come back to that…) and was proceeded by a big free food and beverage fest at the Alumnae House (foreshadowing?). Of course, it was all fun and games yesterday… then I opened my email this morning and realized that, indeed, all good things must come to an end.
It’s hard to think about packing my things when the weather is 65 degrees and sunny and my classmates are relaxing on blankets outside of my window—reading for class or for pleasure (with the former being much more likely). As much as completing my finals will be a relief, it’s also a bit scary to come to terms with the fact that I only have two more college classes left, and then I’ll be on my own. I will never again return to the welcoming gate of Vassar College after an exhausting summer of living (perhaps “surviving” is a better term) at home, and share stories with my friends of how bored I was without homework occupying my time (that’s only a bit of a stretch). Goodbye, Vassar Bubble, hello…. Real World?
Convocation, as I mentioned earlier, is basically a ceremony honoring seniors that occurs biannually—once in the fall and once in the spring. While many people are bored by it (let’s be honest), I always feel like I should go because I can. What happened during this convocation? The president addressed the class, the VSA (Vassar Students Association) President addressed the class, a graduate from the class of 2001 addressed the class, college dean Ron Sharp addressed the class, and the choir sang a few times. Voila! Convocation! Okay, so it doesn’t sound too impressive, but it can be interesting. In front of me, a few people were playing convocation Bingo, which basically entails a homemade Bingo sheet that includes terms such as “future,” “sustainability,” “Internet,” and all those other things we talk about at Vassar. (Can you connect five? You win!) My neighbor on the right got a much-needed nap; my neighbor on the left peered at the sports magazine held by the guy in front of him. As for me? Well, given few other options, I listened. Besides, there are very few times when I can just sit, listen, and not have to fully absorb what is lectured.
At the very end, we were shepherded out by the Vassar faculty and instructed to pose for a class photo. I picked a place on the very end between my housemate and my boyfriend, which was strategic for getting to the Alumnae House in time to grab my free food and spiked party punch before it disappeared, which turned out to be a wise idea.
This time of year always brings a mix of feelings—which are best described as happiness and sadness—although what is different this year is that they are also accompanied by fear. I am happy to be done, but at the same time it’ll be hard to leave my home and my friends for somewhere completely new, which is where the sadness and the fear come in. But to use the perspective of one of my favorite professors, there is also an element of excitement awaiting me alongside absolute freedom. Nowhere to go and nothing to do is liberating, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. I guess we’ll see where my experiences take me.
Yesterday the class of 2008 was officially welcomed to the AAVC, which began at convocation (I’ll come back to that…) and was proceeded by a big free food and beverage fest at the Alumnae House (foreshadowing?). Of course, it was all fun and games yesterday… then I opened my email this morning and realized that, indeed, all good things must come to an end.
It’s hard to think about packing my things when the weather is 65 degrees and sunny and my classmates are relaxing on blankets outside of my window—reading for class or for pleasure (with the former being much more likely). As much as completing my finals will be a relief, it’s also a bit scary to come to terms with the fact that I only have two more college classes left, and then I’ll be on my own. I will never again return to the welcoming gate of Vassar College after an exhausting summer of living (perhaps “surviving” is a better term) at home, and share stories with my friends of how bored I was without homework occupying my time (that’s only a bit of a stretch). Goodbye, Vassar Bubble, hello…. Real World?
Convocation, as I mentioned earlier, is basically a ceremony honoring seniors that occurs biannually—once in the fall and once in the spring. While many people are bored by it (let’s be honest), I always feel like I should go because I can. What happened during this convocation? The president addressed the class, the VSA (Vassar Students Association) President addressed the class, a graduate from the class of 2001 addressed the class, college dean Ron Sharp addressed the class, and the choir sang a few times. Voila! Convocation! Okay, so it doesn’t sound too impressive, but it can be interesting. In front of me, a few people were playing convocation Bingo, which basically entails a homemade Bingo sheet that includes terms such as “future,” “sustainability,” “Internet,” and all those other things we talk about at Vassar. (Can you connect five? You win!) My neighbor on the right got a much-needed nap; my neighbor on the left peered at the sports magazine held by the guy in front of him. As for me? Well, given few other options, I listened. Besides, there are very few times when I can just sit, listen, and not have to fully absorb what is lectured.
At the very end, we were shepherded out by the Vassar faculty and instructed to pose for a class photo. I picked a place on the very end between my housemate and my boyfriend, which was strategic for getting to the Alumnae House in time to grab my free food and spiked party punch before it disappeared, which turned out to be a wise idea.
This time of year always brings a mix of feelings—which are best described as happiness and sadness—although what is different this year is that they are also accompanied by fear. I am happy to be done, but at the same time it’ll be hard to leave my home and my friends for somewhere completely new, which is where the sadness and the fear come in. But to use the perspective of one of my favorite professors, there is also an element of excitement awaiting me alongside absolute freedom. Nowhere to go and nothing to do is liberating, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. I guess we’ll see where my experiences take me.
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