I am ten days away from the end of my first year in college. One year ago I was worried about AP tests and senior project; I am now concerned with finals and having a place to live next year. One year ago, I did not know where I would be today. I would be in Berkeley, that much I knew, but I did not know what experiences were ahead of me. I do not want this to be my "end of the school year" summary blog, not yet. I still have ten days left. I will however say that the end of the semester is bittersweet. Five months ago I was counting down the days until May 18, now I am wishing I could slow time down just a bit. Without hesitation, in the beginning of February, labeled this "the slowest semester ever," I was inaccurate.
I also think (or know) I grew a lot over the course of the past academic year. The longest time I ever spent away from home before this was five days at summer camp before third grade. I cried almost every night due to homesickness. There was definitely a bit of that this year as well, but I handled it well and I made my transition and I succeeded (at least in part) in becoming a functioning adult. I do not have a full time job, nor due I pay utilities, but I am infinitely more independent than I was a year ago and I cannot wait to let my wings keep growing next year when I do have to go grocery shopping and pay utilities. There is much to learn and much more to figure out about myself.
I will wait until the end is nearer before "my recap," I just wanted to comment on how things were and the feelings in my heart.