Is it really the end?
This past week has been a week of parties and celebrations. Every day this week we have had some sort of event with our classmates or with the school to celebrate the end of the semester - some days have even had two events. We have been toasting ourselves, each other, the school, the staff, the faculty, the church, etc., etc. In conversations with many people I have reflected upon our time here, the relationships that we have created, the ups and downs, and all that we have accomplished. We talk daily of our hopes and dreams for the future.
Even so, it still hasn’t really sunk into my brain that it is finished. In less than a month we are leaving, yet it still seems so unreal. I think tonight I realized why that is the case: I just can’t seem to face the reality that I am leaving these people. My class is full of such bright, funny, thoughtful, and amazing people. In spite of our differences, we have stuck in out together and done our best to learn from one another and grow as individuals and as a class. I value the perspective of these people and I will miss them terribly when we are gone. I haven’t really allowed myself to think too carefully about it, but as we approach this week, this final week together, I have realized that it is really happening; we are all leaving. Some are leaving sooner (the day after graduation) than others (late in July or August). But, nonetheless, by the end of the week we will no longer be a cohesive group, we will begin to be scattered.
I think for a few more days I’ll continue to be in denial about it. I just don’t want to stand in this reality quite yet.
