Dear MacMurray,
It's currently 2 am, but all I can think about is you. I did not have enough time with you before the news came out that I would not be able to return to you in the fall. When that email came through telling me you were closing your doors, I did not want to believe it. It was just a dream, that it did not actually happen. But unfortunately that dream was a reality.
It's been two days since then and I think I have finally come to accept the fact that I am done being a highlander, as much as it hurts me. Reality has set in and I am just laying here thinking about how much this sucks. Even though it pains me to think that we are done, there are things that you gave me that I could not have gotten anywhere else.
Mac, you made me change my major. I did not want to be a biology major, but that was the only program you had somewhat close to athletic training. Your admissions team promised me that, even though I was on the physical therapy track, they would get me all the credits I needed to be an athletic trainer. You held true to your promise. You set me up for success, as I am right where I need to be to transfer back into the athletic training program.
You gave me teachers that I will forever be grateful to have had teach me. Even though Wrasman does not want to admit my micro lab was her favorite, Knapp says she is a hard ass, Witham gives me shout outs in class(go bio majors!), and Sczcpanski told me she makes wine from her basement, because all she needs is a little chemistry. My teachers held me accountable for my school and always offered to lend a hand even if it was not a class they taught. They taught me more than just the curriculum. They taught me how to love school and love learning.
You gave me the opportunity to be someone on your campus. As I walked on the sidewalk in front of the library or into dhall, there was not a time when I would not see someone I know. I got to be a student ambassador there, give tours, try to get other students and families to see that we were not just another college and to love you just as much as I do.
Most importantly Mac, you gave me my family. When I came to you it was like I was searching for something that I just could not put my finger on. When I met my team for the first time and stepped on that field for our first game, I knew this was were I was supposed to be. You gave me a love I never thought possible and set my dreams to new heights. You gave me a coach and a team that will be so hard to leave.
Mac, I know we only had a year and a half together, but it feels like a life time. I did not know when I left for spring break that I would never step foot in another classroom, eat Jenn's omelets, give my last tour, lay on Grana's couch, tell Marissa she looked good, tell Coach A we needed to get team socks or ask Coach M why he is standing at his computer even though I already knew the answer to it. I did not know that that was our goodbye. So here it is, thank you for making my life a little bit brighter and giving me my people. I once tweeted out "What am I supposed to do now..." and in the wise words of Joana Ramsey "Finish classes, find a school. I got you."
So Mac, here I go.
Love always,
Krystal
