Five on-campus jobs, four residence halls, and three years later, I am starting my final year at Saint Rose. It really is hard to imagine that my time on campus is drawing to a close, but at the same time I am sad to say that it feels right.
I used to think that when it was time to graduate, I would be sad and do anything that I could to stay here. But in reality I’ve come to terms with the fact that May is only eight months away. Even stranger to me is the fact that I am actually excited and looking forward to starting my life after college. Yes, I will miss pretty much everything and everyone about Saint Rose, but in my short 21-year-old life I have learned that there really is such a thing as too much of a good thing. I want to be able to remember Saint Rose with the greatest of memories and right now those memories outweigh the bad (#RegistrationProbs) and I am almost worried that sticking around would taint those memories.
With this being said, I am in no way happy that my time at Saint Rose is almost over; but I must admit that I am not the person that I was when my parents first dropped me off. On that sunny morning in August of 2011 I was fresh out of high school and had no idea what I would accomplish here. Now, instead of going to various on-campus events, I am the one planning them; instead of attending Student Government meetings, I am the one running them; and instead of being the resident causing mayhem for their RA, I am the RA that is trying to keep everything together. I seriously never thought that the time would come for me to leave, never mind that I would be okay with it.
Saint Rose has truly given me all that I could have ever wanted out of college and I still have eight more months to live the college dream (and buy pinatas) before I make moves into the “real world.” Senior year is here and I’m ready.