A senior editorial featured in the April 29 edition of The Buzz
It's funny. This thing called graduation.
Actually, it's not funny at all. It's quite scary.
Over the past four years, this campus has become my home. I don't mean the house I live in with my roommates, or the buildings I've spent hours sitting in classes. I mean the people. Maybe that's because I moved from my actual "home" a few years ago and things were pretty shaky. Ambrose became the place I wanted to be when I needed support, reassurance, and comfort.
My mom had a sign on our door that said, "Home is where the heart is." That always stuck with me because after I moved, I didn't feel that my heart was anywhere anymore - until I arrived at SAU.
There are the workers in the Cafe and The Rogalski Center who greet you with a smile everyday and know you by name. And the housekeeping ladies and maintenance men who are more than willing to help out when you need a light bulb or toilet paper. They do it all with a smile on their face and warm conversation.
And there are the people you never suspected you'd become friends with but you became the best of friends. Sometimes within weeks of knowing each other you know you'll be friends for years to come. Some people find their best friend, some people find their soul mate and others find themselves. I'd like to believe I have a few of those covered.
I went through some of my "darkest" moments, while living here but managed to get through them with the support of campus counselors, professors, students and staff. A support system I know I could never find anywhere else. I'll admit, I'm a little scared of losing that after I graduate.
And there are professors who stick by you whether it's for a semester or four years. Without those professors I don't know where I would be. The professors who believed in me when I didn't believe in myself; the ones who gave me a second chance, who listened to me when I needed someone to talk to, and gave me advice when I didn't know where to go or who turn to.
And there are some moments and people that stand out.
One is the professor who reads the Polar Express at the end of the semester with his made-for-radio voice. He sits on the desk at the front of the class, reading out loud and making you feel like a kid again. But there's a lesson. After the story, he rings a bell and tells you to never stop hearing that bell and never stop believing in your dreams.
Another is experiencing one of the smartest professors on campus, who, even though she has her PhD., lets students call her by her first name. And although she's so bright she's sometimes hard to follow, she makes up for it with her quirkiness and mishaps (like accidentally scribbling in red marker on the wall instead of the white board).
Now my sister is a freshman here and I don't worry about her. I know that this campus, the faculty and staff, the students and the support system, will help guide her on the life path of her choosing. It's going to be scary, but I can leave knowing I've completed the best four years of my life.
Courtesy of The Buzz