Not only is the semester wrapping up for me, but the end of my time at Loyola is nearing all too soon. I remember all of it as if it had just happened. My first trip to New Orleans, passing Loyola on the streetcar for the first time, touring the campus. And then when I had decided it was the school for me, packing up my room and driving 10 hours with all of my belongings, staying at the Intercontinental with my mom until I could move in to Buddig Hall. I went to the opening mass in Holy Name with my roommate and after we took a "Class of 2012" picture in the Marquette Horseshoe, (I'm in the white). The only thing I was worried about then was if I would survive college and if i would make good friends. I'm very close to being able to say I did, indeed, survive college, and make some lifelong friends in the process, (hope I didn't just jinx that). But recently my mind has begun to turn to new worries about the next stage of my life. Will I find a job? Where will I live? Will I make enough money to support myself and pay back my student loans? Will I learn how to file taxes? Will I get married soon?
I was excited and terrified at the same time when I came to college. A whole world of new opportunities but also knowing that I was leaving the comfort of my high school home, and the certainty of my old everyday life. I feel the exact same way 4 years later, as I prepare to leave Loyola and the world of college, behind. But if there is anything I learned from my experience as a scared and nervous freshman entering Loyola, it's that you just have to have a little faith that things will work out. So as I become a freshman again, in the school of life, I'll keep the faith.
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