One year ago I made a fantastic trip across the stage of the Wang Theatre The fact that it’s been an entire year since I graduated doesn’t really upset me, I’ve actually not thought about school much in the past few months. The reality is that I’m happier now than I was a year ago.
A year ago there was a lot of fear in my life. I desperately wanted to make my last semester at college stand as the best semester I’d ever had. I didn’t have any Gen Eds so at least I could concentrate on things that I was passionate about. I was in some shows that were low stress for me with some of the people I was closest to. I tried to enjoy each moment, but each moment was plagued with a falsehood. I knew I was trying to be happy but I just wasn’t.
The thought that the entire world I had created for myself over 4 years was going to shift entirely was a lot to handle. Even moving off campus the summer of my junior year had send me for a spin I couldn’t expect, so how would I handle moving to a new city?
Everything ended up being easier than I had expected. Don’t get me wrong there are a lot of things still challenging me daily (obviously I write about it a lot) but a lot of the fear that I was carrying around for months has finally left.
I keep seeing the statuses on facebook of all these seniors who are going through their finals and I am not remotely jealous.
But what I am is nostalgic. It seems I have just been programmed to remember things in a better light then they were at the time. My school just did their spring musical, which made me actually miss this time of year in Boston at Emerson College.
The sudden warmth just put everyone in a great mood, I remember finally just crashing the common with my whole senior class. Oh I’m actually getting REALLY sad as I write this.
Specific memory that just crept back up, Having my first beer EVER at Sweetwater before I went with a great friend to my first double feature at the Loews on the common before going back to Cambridge where we hit my neighborhood pub where we sat outside under a canopy and had a beer as it started raining. It was a perfect day!
Then there was the actual graduation weekend. It was as close to perfect as could be. My grandparents, my parents and the bf all came in. There was great food, great weather and great memories. I’m sure that I was kind of sad at the same time because so much was going on inside of me emotionally but I just remember it as being so wonderful.
It’s sad that these memories are kind of gone. College is over and the world that I remember from those 4 years is gone. Going back to Boston is just weird now because I have nothing there, except for Emerson which has moved on. My classmates have gone their various which ways, some to NYC but I don’t seem to see them very much, some to LA and I don’t get to see them ever, and one even got engaged! (and I never really see her)
So, my reflection on the end of the school year (which I’m not experiencing for the first time) has come to an end. Mixed emotions, I always miss the past, but god I’m loving the present.
Life In Hyperbole 
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