The Senior Column
Alyse Moccia
Issue date: 2/3/10 Section: Viewpoint
So here we are at last. Welcome to 2010, seniors! A little scary, isn't it? When did this happen? Last time I checked we were at orientation, receiving our Assumption e-mail addresses and setting up a Facebook account for the first time. Graduating (excuse me, I know the "G word" isn't very popular) wasn't comprehensible to us; it was the last thing on our minds. That August we moved into our new homes and began our new lives. Before we knew it our first Pup Cup was here and gone. We visited our friends over the summer and came back as sophomores with cars, more stuff than ever and a new President, fondly nicknamed "Pres Chez." The year flew by and with it came a World Series Championship and a Super Bowl fail (still too soon?). Then suddenly we became upperclassmen, who were still WAY too young to even think about the "G word." Without warning, junior year arrived and brought us an ice storm, cancelled finals, our own Winter and Spring Balls and many 21st birthdays. Before we knew it, senior year had crept up on us. Still, first semester offered some comfort. We were only first semester seniors; graduation was off in the distant future, after all it was still only 2009. Who cares that we had to verify names for diplomas? Who cares about the reminder letters sent to us and our families about Baccalaureate Mass and Commencement? What did it matter that we were taking senior pictures and sending our own photos in to the yearbook? We were still far enough away not to worry.
All of a sudden 2010 hit us. Most were home for winter break and came back to school bombarded with reminders that this is it. It is the eighth and final semester of our undergraduate lives. Senior Week deposits are due, 100 Days is approaching fast and e-mails about Spring Ball tickets are already beginning to arrive in our Houndmail. There is no way to escape these constant reminders and, as can be expected, many of us aren't ready to deal with this. Up until about a week ago, I was one of those people. If anyone mentioned anything about May or this last semester I freaked out. I was like a small child being dropped off at school for the first time, begging not be left. Or I was that girl covering her ears so she couldn't hear the news that she didn't want to hear.
All of a sudden 2010 hit us. Most were home for winter break and came back to school bombarded with reminders that this is it. It is the eighth and final semester of our undergraduate lives. Senior Week deposits are due, 100 Days is approaching fast and e-mails about Spring Ball tickets are already beginning to arrive in our Houndmail. There is no way to escape these constant reminders and, as can be expected, many of us aren't ready to deal with this. Up until about a week ago, I was one of those people. If anyone mentioned anything about May or this last semester I freaked out. I was like a small child being dropped off at school for the first time, begging not be left. Or I was that girl covering her ears so she couldn't hear the news that she didn't want to hear.
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