Leaving GC, moving on:

A memoir chronicling the woes, triumphs and memories of college 

As I sit here now, I struggle to find the right words to scroll across the screen. It’s funny to think my whole college career has been built upon creating words into stories and now when I need them the most they are vacant. But, tell me, how do I sum up four years into paragraphs? How do I force sentences to form memories?

For four years I have been a part of this college, whether it was spending lazy days sprawled out on the evergreen front lawn, or studying and shivering in the library. College has this innate ability to draw out the best in anyone, and this couldn’t be truer about Georgia College. This campus managed to turn a shy, awkward girl into someone who is outgoing and independent (still with a twinge of awkwardness.) As I prepare myself to walk across the stage on May 5, I know that I am a different and better person because of my experiences here. This whole time I knew I was a part of this campus, but I didn’t realize it would end up being a part of me.

I graduate, like many, with debt already hanging above my head. Those dreaded six months, where I will have to inevitably start payments, are already looming over my graduation day, but if anyone can transform bad situations into better — it is our generation. We are a generation reaching adulthood in a time of recession. We are fierce and diligent competitors out of necessity, not desire. I truly believe my education at GC has given me the edge to legitimately contend in the current job market, and I know I will utilize my degree to its full extent.

As graduation comes ever closer, thoughts keep popping in my mind like, “Will this be the last time I walk across Front Campus?” and “Will I feel like an outsider once I graduate?” As I whisk my way through campus, no doubt heading to MSU, the bunker Colonnade folks hide out in — I brush those thoughts out of my head. Come May 5, I know that whether it is two or 20 years until I step back onto this campus, I will know this place by the color of its grass, by the gracefulness of its antebellum- era buildings, and by the camaraderie of students on Front Campus. This place has a name. This place is home.

Posted by AubrieSofala on Apr 26 2012. Filed under Opinion. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.