Dear final semester,
I have to say, it’s pretty unreal that you’re just around the corner. I’ve been long awaiting your visit for three and a half years but I’ve also been dreading your presence. I’ve always thought about my last semester of college but it never really seemed like the time would actually arrive. It seems like just yesterday I was living in Baldwin Hall, eating greasy food at Commons, and walking into my first frat party with fear in my eyes. But now that you’re days away from beginning, and my “adult” life is just months away, I have a few things that I would like to say.
Be good to me. I only have a last semester once and I intend to make this the most memorable semester yet. I promise to spend late nights out at my favorite bars and late mornings in recovering from the damage. And I promise I will not be mad at you for bringing me painful mornings in exchange for some adventurous 2 am experiences.
Bring me luck. I’ve got some unfinished business I’d like to accomplish before I graduate. Make me a fish racing champion at Two Keys. Let me win money on a Keeneland bet just once in my life. And for the love of all things blue, let me attend my first NCAA Basketball Championship game to cheer on our Cats into their 9th Championship win.
I know the four short months I have with you will undoubtedly bring me tears of laughter, tears of sadness, and tears of uncertainty. You’re my leading gateway into the real world. A world of big-girl jobs and rent payments. A world where calling into work because of a hangover won’t exactly make the cut. And a world where I won’t be waking up with my best friends just down the hall.
So be gracious to me. Make your stay last. Make it the greatest four months I will ever experience as a college student. Because once May arrives and I walk proudly across the stage in my blue cap and gown, I know I’ll be wishing I could start your visit all over again.
See you soon,
A senior not ready to grow up
