Sometime last week, a new Facebook event popped up on my invites list. This one was titled “Class of 2018 Reflects.” Its format–a night of reflection and conversation for students in the class of 2018, one last time before senior year.
The gravity of that statement hit me. I was going to be a senior in college. A few things about me, nostalgia is my vice. I often, and happily, reminisce about the past few years. Recounting experiences is a stark reminder of fleeting time and growing up. The first encounters with strangers, who would later become travel buddies and best friends. The first time I felt at home. And so it goes.
Senior year is surreal and terrifying, yet equally hopeful. It’s many times saying what I would do differently and what I hope to achieve, in friendship and academically. So as I prepare for final exams, I also prepare for a new year. Yes, it is a whole summer away but the idea is real, especially as I say goodbye to friends who are current seniors. In honor of this feeling, here are some my poignant reflections on my junior year and looking ahead.
1) Saying goodbye
Junior year marked a significant change for me, cultivating friendships and building friendships with people I knew from afar. This year also marked some of my hardest goodbyes, seeing friends leave for their own plans and adventures. There is always a pang of sadness, mixed with joy that people have the privilidge of learning, growing, and moving on. I’m thankful, over and over, for the people at Harvard and especially for those who ended up being some of my life-long friends.
2) Post-grad planning
This may very well be the scariest aspect of becoming a senior. It’s also one of those things where “we’re all this together.” Shifting my perspective on planning for the future made me eager for senior year, eager for what post-grad life could hold, and most importantly eager for a new chapter! I won’t lie, I feel terribly inadequate to embrace adulthood, but there is beauty in the learning and probably in the messing up as well.
Even as a somewhat local, I’m forever awestruck by Boston. The food, the skyline, and the neighborhoods charm beyond words and I will certainly miss its quirks, if I am off to another city come graduation. I’m taking in the last bits and pieces, and hopefully adventuring some more when the weather permits. In all its seasons (yes, winter included), Boston is magic and home.
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Hi! My name is Gaby and I am junior in Lowell House, concentrating in Government with a secondary in Psychology. I’m originally from Brazil, but have spent most of my life in Florida and... View full profile