Cramming

Senior year is off with a bang. Unlike high school, there aren’t thousands of pictures to post and get people’s opinions on, or new territory to claim in the parking lot and football stands. Instead, there is cramming. Cramming of schoolwork into the little amount of time I want to devote to it. Cramming friends into cars for spontaneous adventures. Cramming books and binders into my bag to that I don’t have to walk to campus more than once in a day. Most of all, cramming many many memories and time spent with good friends into the last few months of my childhood.

Luckily, I’ve spent most of my life cramming, so I’ve gotten pretty good at it by now.

Time management is supposed to be mastered freshman year, and for the most part, it was. But I wasn’t as interested in getting the most out of every week back then. In those days I had years of college left, and more time to sleep than I ever needed. Both of those things have abandoned me.

Sleep happens when it can. I figure I can sleep when I’m out in the real world next year. I’ve been here for three years, and I’ve loved every minute of it. I’ve met truly incredible people, and continue to do so- which makes cramming lots of friends into what little free time I have something that takes skill. That’s a skill I will have mastered by the end of this year, that’s for sure.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this- I’m just really grateful to be where I am. I walk prospective students around campus and try not to sound too dorky about how much I love being at Valpo. It’s not the facilities, weather or food- it’s the people and the family that I’ve found here.

I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to say goodbye to these people, unsure of when I will see them next- or even if I’ll see them at all. But, that day will come- much faster than I can comprehend. Wearing that black robe will be very bitter sweet.

Until then, you can find me at a full table on the 3rd floor of the Christopher Center being the people everyone else hates because we can’t shut up.


Love and miss-