This year has been really… weird.
I have completely mixed feelings about being a senior. And I have experienced every range of emotions possible.
I’ve been so stressed (both in good and bad ways), that I at times resort to surviving on a minute to minute basis. Being so focused on “just getting through today” is great for daily survival, but it definitely makes me lose perspective on the bigger picture.
I work a lot.
I do not have a lot of fun. I’m not even sure if I know how to have fun??? Twice last week I was asked what I did for fun. The first time, I totally had to make up my response… on the spot. I hadn’t really ever considered the fact that I don’t have “fun.” The second time was a professor who commented on my exhaustion. “Carly, you make me tired just looking at you… you’re always working. What do you do for fun? Go out? Alcohol? Anything?” I drew a blank.
Obviously, there are some great pros to working constantly. I get a lot done for starters. But there are cons. Namely: little sleep, dark circles, small number of friends.
Now that I get to the whole “friends” issue. I’ve definitely learned who my real friends are this semester. Friends that genuinely want to be my friend whether or not I have 3,000 twitter followers. Friends that don’t care that I don’t go out. Friends that let me cry to them at midnight when a stranger says something totally mean about me online (hello, I am a person). Friends that will drop anything and everything if I need help with something. Friends that I can sit with for seven hours studying. Friends that make me laugh until I have a six-pack. Friends that commiserate with me over the pinheaded population of boys on campus.
Some of these friends I’ve had since freshman year. Some of these friends are new. Some of these friends live miles and miles away from me. But I love them. I know they are always there for me. And they know that I would be there for them in a heartbeat!
One of these friends, helped me out so much last week. Another person dropped the ball, and he was right there to pick it up. In fact, he spent hours with me working on what needed to be done. He was amazing. We even ventured into Riggs Library. I’ve never been inside before, but it was just as amazing as I thought it would be.
That’s what made me realize how my time at Georgetown, however frustrating it may be at times, means so much…
…and the friends I’ve made while here means even more.