It's been very emotional thinking that this is my last full week of classes as an undergrad. It's basically my Senior week. With all the goodbyes, the tears, the last assignments, and just all the recognition we get as someone graduating.
During my time here at Bradley, I've felt so many emotions. Almost too many. I've felt lonely, appreciated, happy, depressed, excited, scared, and lastly, brave. I know I had days where I did not want to get up from bed. But I did. I made it to class. I did my assignments. I showed up.
There are other days when I didn't though and it upsets the high school Jenny. I was a goodie-goodie, I was never tardy, never missed an assignment, and never missed class. When you're in college, it's all in your hands. There's no punishment, no one calling your parents and letting them your every move. It's all under your hands. It's scary to realize the power you have and how you take advantage of it.
Postgrad is even more scary. I am not excited about my journey because I am in denial. I wish I could start over my college years, do it better, yet push myself a little more.
I know the lives I've impacted and how much I did on campus, but to me, it was not enough. They were not lying when they said college comes and goes in a blink of an eye.
Class of 2023, we're almost done.
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