The Dreadful Word: SENIOR
Seeing some friends from high school brought up so many conversations about life and career tonight as we got together for Zia’s coming home from study abroad. It also came to my attention that we’re all going to be seniors. I told my Bulldog Leaders I refused to call myself a senior partly because I just don’t think I’m ready to be, because I LOVE Bryant, because I don’t want this to be my last Opening Weekend, or quite frankly my last ANYTHING at Bryant. So for now, I still won’t call myself one.
The other word: career. As down to earth and “up for anything” as I usually am, I like having plans or a planned out day/night and such. It’s kind of how I’ve always been. I look ahead, not backwards. So I can’t help but touch on the fact that after graduation in 355 days (if my math’s right) I will begin my career. I continue to wonder if I’ll stick with sports or choose the corporate world. I wonder what I’ll be doing, where I’ll live, and where my friends will be. I have a bunch of dreams just like everyone else. Some more important than others. Will I open up a business that I’ve always wanted to do in the back of my mind (ever since doing my EPP project for DECA), can I live in DC, a city that I’ve come to love, will I be able to go to Spain and visit the many places I’ve wanted to go. It’s crazy to think how all of my high school friends and I ended up in different colleges all around the country and study abroad in different places but we all have that one thing in common: Danbury. It’ll always be home to us and bring us back together.
It’s easy to see that people will all go there separate ways and end up where they’re supposed to be. God has this way of putting us in certain situations at certain times with certain people and they are definitely “meant to be.” But what is so unique is that we all travel our own journeys. Each and every individual has a certain path laid out for them. Mine, has lead me here. And that is all I can put my heart into. So today, I will lose the worries and just smile. Although it has been a bit rocky being home for a week so far and I have two more left until I head to Boston for the summer, I’m happy about where I came from and where its lead me. So even if I haven’t been the happiest, I can smile about where I’ve been and who I am (which is NOT being a senior). Forget where I’ll be in a year, and just live for today. That’s it.
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