Everything was really great. All of my family just left, but it was wonderful seeing them again. Both graduations were nice. Not a lot else to say except that it was wonderful and that I was really, really happy to see and spend time with them.
Thank you sincerely to them for all of the food and fun.
Now I'm making my list of what to pack for Peru! Goodness, goodness.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Hey everybody,
I'm officially a graduate of the RC. Both ceremonies were today, but the LSA ceremony didn't mean anything to me really...I kept thinking, "maybe this just won't hit me until I'm gone. That would be horrible, to not be able to truly say goodbye to my friends because of denial!" Then I went to the RC ceremony...
Each graduate had a minute to say something. There were 120ish graduates, and all of them took at least part of their minute. Honestly, it was amazing. Even though they weren't my year and I wasn't in on any of their jokes, it was so personal. The speeches the staff gave were moving and funny. Everything was such a lovely goodbye. Then it hit me. The most wonderful beginning to my college years I ever could have had, where I made my longlasting friendships of college (even if some weren't RC I still made them at East Quad), everything I had become was so shaped by the RC, and the quirkyness that made me finally feel like I belonged somewhere.
When I got out of the ceremony, I just cried. Usually I'm able to control myself in front of other people, but I couldn't help it. And, in true RC spirit, this girl walking past who I didn't even know came over and gave me a hug, and said, "Congratulations."
I love you all so much. Thank you for the difference you've made to me. I could never express to you what everything has meant.
Update: I wanted to put what I said in my speech here, but I was going to dinner with my grandparents and had to go. It's paraphrased, but not changed too much.
"The RC has a magical power. For the class Moral Choices in Context, we had to do a project that would make a change in the world- or something like that, I'm probably misrepresenting it but that's the gist, anyway (<- that was added by the nervousocity). Another stdent from the class and I decided we wanted to make a play group about raising awareness for religious misuse. This wouldn't be attacking the religious or atheists, it's really just showing people how they view religion, and having them think about it because a lot of times people don't. I was a freshman at the time, and really didn't know anybody. The people I found to work with me were incredible, and became some of my best friends. I know that it isn't just the RC, because they weren't all RC- it was just being around East Quad and asking random people to help and finding the most amazing people who were actually willing to help. They were so enthusiastic and so creative that we actually managed to write and perform a whole play together. It was a wonderful experience.
"I think that East Quad must have some mystical power fueled by the RC. Besides this occasion in which wonderful people just seemed to be drawn to it, I have another example. The first time I explored the basement, I went around in what I swear was a circle three times. The third time, there was a computer lab. Thank you."
I'm officially a graduate of the RC. Both ceremonies were today, but the LSA ceremony didn't mean anything to me really...I kept thinking, "maybe this just won't hit me until I'm gone. That would be horrible, to not be able to truly say goodbye to my friends because of denial!" Then I went to the RC ceremony...
Each graduate had a minute to say something. There were 120ish graduates, and all of them took at least part of their minute. Honestly, it was amazing. Even though they weren't my year and I wasn't in on any of their jokes, it was so personal. The speeches the staff gave were moving and funny. Everything was such a lovely goodbye. Then it hit me. The most wonderful beginning to my college years I ever could have had, where I made my longlasting friendships of college (even if some weren't RC I still made them at East Quad), everything I had become was so shaped by the RC, and the quirkyness that made me finally feel like I belonged somewhere.
When I got out of the ceremony, I just cried. Usually I'm able to control myself in front of other people, but I couldn't help it. And, in true RC spirit, this girl walking past who I didn't even know came over and gave me a hug, and said, "Congratulations."
I love you all so much. Thank you for the difference you've made to me. I could never express to you what everything has meant.
Update: I wanted to put what I said in my speech here, but I was going to dinner with my grandparents and had to go. It's paraphrased, but not changed too much.
"The RC has a magical power. For the class Moral Choices in Context, we had to do a project that would make a change in the world- or something like that, I'm probably misrepresenting it but that's the gist, anyway (<- that was added by the nervousocity). Another stdent from the class and I decided we wanted to make a play group about raising awareness for religious misuse. This wouldn't be attacking the religious or atheists, it's really just showing people how they view religion, and having them think about it because a lot of times people don't. I was a freshman at the time, and really didn't know anybody. The people I found to work with me were incredible, and became some of my best friends. I know that it isn't just the RC, because they weren't all RC- it was just being around East Quad and asking random people to help and finding the most amazing people who were actually willing to help. They were so enthusiastic and so creative that we actually managed to write and perform a whole play together. It was a wonderful experience.
"I think that East Quad must have some mystical power fueled by the RC. Besides this occasion in which wonderful people just seemed to be drawn to it, I have another example. The first time I explored the basement, I went around in what I swear was a circle three times. The third time, there was a computer lab. Thank you."
Sunday, April 6, 2008
I miss hiking and rock climbing real bad. I miss having the rush that comes of accomplishing something tangent. I have a lot of intellectual challenges which is great, don't get me wrong, I just miss the open air and getting scratched and mosquito bitten on my way to the top of a mountain where I get to sleep on rocks all night and wake up feeling wonderful. Or something in the water, like white water rafting...just some kind of adventure.
I get stir-crazy so easily.
Well, I'll get to explore Peru. That'll be an adventure.
Finals start tomorrow. I apparently have 2. I studied for one and totally forgot about the other. I've been doing homework all weekend, interspersed every few hours with a bit of net surfing.
Ugh, this wasn't meant to be a whiny post. I just wanted to write about the great outdoors:
I'd just love to canoe down a lake by the light of the stars sometime... if only so I can sing that horrible song:P
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