Today was my last day of undergrand, and while I have neglected you mr. tumblr I think its about time to give you up. I have blogged for many years now about my misfortunate mishaps, and fruitless quests of love. I’ve gone through diaries, live journals, and xangas. However, I admit mr. tumblr you were the most artistic, the blog with most depth, laughs, and feelings.
I learned a lot in college. I grew into myself. I figured out how to be the happiest, and where to find a happy medium. I learned I am extreme. I learned I don’t follow the rules. I learned I work hard, but I also get tired easily. I pushed myself these four years, and accomplished just about everything I wanted too. The only thing I didn’t achieve well… I ended up never trying for, but who needs blue key?
Can we remember freshmen year? My Phi Tau boys introduced me to the college frat life, but it was ZBT that really rocked my world. It sounds ridiculous, but my old stomping grounds really makes me smile. Mr. Big you took up half my blog, ruined my life, forced me to get up on my feet to spite you, and made me smile so many times. You’re an idiot, but I love coming back to Tally. You’re not that much of an asshole now, and I’m glad we’re friends for the ages. I’ll send you one of those invitations to my wedding.
I never found soulmate, but I came pretty damn close. I realized who to look for in the future, and who could work for me forever. I also realized in the beginning a love should come easy. It should be passionate, and not forced. A list of the qualities for a potential soulmate doesn’t always pan out to happiness. If you have to convince yourself its not worth it.
The preview man was right who needs hospitality… Good thing I declared my major as telecom and stuck with it. MBA or ISOM I’ll come back for you perhaps… Business minor you ruined my GPA… but I am happy with my Telecommunication Major.
Right now the job outlook doesn’t look the best, but what can you do? I’ve worked hard for four years, and I’m proud of what I created. I feel these things had to happen for me to grow -to bring me back on track.
I’m really glad I was involved in swimming these four years. Half the time I was too busy for practice, and I could never show the team how much I cared.. but I did, and I do.. I am truly okay with missing my senior banquet, and our last date function for nationals this year. Serving as the teams president, and being there for them last weekend made it all worth it.
While Cicerones didn’t pan out to be everything I dreamed, it still gave me the opportunity to give tours. I love this school. I love being an ambassador for this school. The one summer I spent at UF really bonded me with Cicerones, but unfortunately in the school year I can’t dedicate myself to one thing. However, I am not trying to give Cicerones a bad wrap. Sammy is a great mentor, and while I am horrible at keeping in touch I am so proud I am hers. Cicerones found me mentee, and I cannot thank them enough for that. He is integral to my college memories, and I truly wish him the best. I am also happy we are leaving a beautiful latin lady who I can come back to these next two years.
I am a huge advocate for joining a sorority if you feel you fit in with those prospective ladies. As an out of stater gator I knew no one, and that was perfectly okay. I’ve made real girlfriends. Learned to recognize what real friendships are, and found my damn bridesmaids. Roll your eyes sorority-whore-hater, but I am a full supporter of the Greek system.
Greek life also lead me to find my dear, and darling Pequena. This lady, who wanted nothing to do with me when I first claimed her as mine, has been a godsend. She has helped me through countless tragedies, and has always been by my side. I hope to scuba with her at least once every year.
To my roommates of the past four years. Did you realize that all four of you were part of my crazy dorm room surgery? I love all of you, and I think its funny how differently all our roads in college went. Oh, and Dirty D this is your shout out.. I hate to admit this… but I think.. yes.
I love you.
Now, I realize I no longer have time for these heartfelt stories. The blog names, and recaps of my crazy nights. Frankly, I should not be having any of these things happen anymore. Undergrad is undergrad, and I am over not remembering if I spoke to you the night before.
Thanks for the memories. Goodbye Mr. Tumblr.