|Dear Graduating Seniors|
Dear Graduating Seniors…and those staying for an extra year because we are definitely not ready for the real world –
If you are reading this letter then you already know… The weather is warm, senioritis is in full effect and graduation is close at hand. Chances are, in the next couple of weeks you and some close friends will be skipping class drinking a few brews reminiscing about the good times – or what you can collectively remember.
Well, here’s what I remember….
College was four maybe five years of papers, parties, and puking. It was filled with hangovers, all-nighters, bullshitting, risk-taking, laughing and crying (which for the record, I’ve never done…).It took me four years to realize how irreplaceable my best friends are. College life is about good friends and good times. You don’t believe me? Wait until one of your best friends, who knows way too many incriminating stories, stands up with a glass raised, to give you a wedding toast. If whatever story he is about to tell your future in-laws, your family and your friends worries you, then you know you’ve had a good time. That’s what college is all about, right? Well, that and the piece of paper you paid way too much for. What do they call that again?
No, seriously, I have put my college tuition to good use and learned a thing or two in four years - how to make a power hour CD, how to shotgun a beer without spraying the entire party, that walk-of-shames are always hilarious, that there is difference between a Beast and a Bacardi hangover, and that sitting next to the hot, well endowed, blonde in calculus class isn’t in the best interest of your grade. On a serious note, I have gotten more smarter since my freshman year. I picked up a few things along the way. I know that you can’t do it all by yourself. You live, you laugh and you learn, but most of it occurs outside of the classroom. You need to learn when to stand up and when to shut up. You need to know when to break, bend, and make the rules. You need to understand your own strengths and weaknesses, as well as, those of your friends. Everybody knows the rule, “think two steps ahead”, well three is the new two. Good beer, good friends, and good weather – it does it get any better. For god’s sake have your own tap. Don’t be that kid calling every friend in dire need of a pumping device for the keg of beast you and your buddy got to impress a few freshmen lady friends. And finally, experience is the worst teacher at JMU. It gives the test before presenting the lesson. Unfortunately, I’ve learned this the hard way.
College is over for all of us. Yes, even those who aren’t graduating this year will have to overcome new challenges and obstacles. We must confront the same fears as you - new faces and new places. For those not graduating parties will be different, and classes will be empty. I wont see the same friends that have taught me so much in the past four years. I learned that peanut butter has other non-edible applications, contrary to popular belief Jersey can be cool, more better is actually a word, and that underwear is optional when wearing a kilt. With all I can remember, every story, and every moment we laughed, I can confidently say this about my friends, “You are the people my parents warned me about.” I’ve heard many graduates say, “Stay in school as long as possible.” And I would, I’d stay forever, if you guys were my neighbors. Its gonna hurt when you leave, but I’ll never forget the good times. And always remember, “even if we never speak again, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are and what you’ve meant to me.”
P.S. J - M - U wish you had a duke dogg.