Yes, I am a senior in college. Yes, as of today I have 90 days until I graduate.
How did I get here so fast?
I feel like I walked into my freshman door, blinked, and opened my eyes up to my senior house.
I remember feeling so naive during the candlelight ceremony move-in night of freshman year. I had no clue who anyone was around me, I had no clue where anything was on campus, and I had no clue how important the next four years would be.
I met so many people. The good, the bad and, sometimes, the ugly. I met people who I was best friends with for one night at a party. I met people on my floor freshman year who I still talk to daily. We laughed, cried, fought, made up.
(Freshman Year – Senior Year)
I learned that college classes were different from my high school classes. I learned that professors won’t always be as helpful as you hoped, and that sometimes the textbook is going to teach you more than they will.
I stayed up late. I stayed up really, really late. Sometimes it was worth it, and my friends and I laugh about it. Sometimes it wasn’t, and a much needed nap was taken the next day.
I learned how to be independent. I learned how to get groceries for myself, book my own appointments, and reach out to people and make plans. I taught myself how to cook, and how to cook my favorite meals. I learned what I like to drink, and how to make myself a drink (when I was of legal age! Of course!).
I met a lot of amazing people. Some at Bonaventure, some during my time abroad in Ireland, some during my in between travels. I’ve heard stories that will stick with me throughout my entire life. There are so many people at SBU that mean so much to me. I hope those reading this know that.
I learned how to better myself. Freshman Erin walked in to college clueless and with very little direction. She had very little confidence, and barely spoke up for herself.
Over the years I learned to make a name for myself. I worked to become Executive Producer at SBU-TV, launched a midweek news show, covered stories in different states, interviewed an array of characters, and lead the newsroom.
I made new friends, went out on weekends, and went to new places. I stopped worrying how other people would perceive me and lived for myself.
I look back on my story at SBU and I’m proud of what I wrote. Now, I have 90 days to work on the ending, and I plan on going out with a bang.
I may not know what comes after graduation, but I’m learning to be okay with the unknown.
90 days until I wear my cap and gown and walk across that stage. 90 days until who knows what. Here’s to the next 90.
(Freshman year Erin with brother Daniel vs. Senior year Erin with roomie Meaghan Ralph)