May 12, 2012



Today is the day after I graduated from TCU and I still don't think it's quite sunk in yet. It was so surreal. It's like one of those moments that is so big that you wonder if life goes on after it occurs. Well I'm here to say that I didn't turn into a puff of smoke and disappear after Boschini handed me my diploma. 

It was a very interesting day, May 12th. First off, I forgot the number that would allow me to receive my diploma. So after a two hour crisis I had it replaced. The sky was threatening rain, the robe was stifling and the whole arena was total chaos. My mouth was bone dry and I was praying that I wouldn't have to pee or that I wouldn't trip on stage (luckily my prayers were answered). 

The energy in that cramped hallway, in the moments before entering the arena, was crazy. Me and all of my friends and all of my strangers all in purple...hoping for the moment and praying for the future, a collective mass of elevated nerves. We waited, together, yet singularly for the instant our lives would begin.

I sat next to a stranger, and in front of my best friend, and waited for my row to get up. When we got close to the podium and the girl before me was called up I felt my heart leap into my throat. But luckily when it was my turn I was cool as a cucumber (aside from being STARVING from having not eaten since 8 am and it being 4pm).

One of the best moments (aside from Boschini handing me the most expensive piece of paper I own) was the massive massive hug I got from one of my favorite professors. All of the professor's familiar faces were lined up as we exited the stage and when I got to Levering he gave me a bone-crusing, rib-cracking, back-aligning, full-fledged, whole-hearted hug and it was one of the best moments of my college career.

I couldn't have had better professors. What an amazing group of people that the College of Communications is blessed with. 

So back to the story...I sat back down and waited as a million other names were called. I dreamed of snacks and Dr. Pepper and my future. I smelled soapy juice producing bubbles in our sections and watched as the ridiculous nursing students went bat-shit crazy with silly string. I flipped my tassel, and dropped it once, and felt like somewhere along the way I passed a milestone. 

Basically, I can't even sum up the experience I had at TCU. It would take a novel to describe (which I'm literally working on). But all I know is that there is no where else I would have rather gone to college. I was, and am, and forever will be, a part of the Horned Frog Nation. 

And I couldn't be more proud of myself. 

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