I am feeling rather nostalgic; I just passed the ten-year anniversary of my college graduation. On the one hand, I think Where have the past ten years gone? It seems like just yesterday... On the other hand, I think Wow! I really must be getting old to have graduated from BYU ten years ago! That seems like a lifetime ago. It's kind of weird to try to reconcile both schools of thought in my one little brain.
I loved my college experience. I mean, I really loved it. I loved being around so many LDS kids; I'd never lived in such an atmosphere and I just ate it up. I had my share of roommates--some with whom I will share lifelong friendships and others from whom I learned important lessons about learning to get along with others. I worked several jobs in my years at the Y: telemarketer (I'm always polite to them on the phone; I've been there!), custodian, laundry worker, folklore archivist.
I remember my bitter-sweet feelings on graduation day. I was so excited! I was happy to be done with homework. I couldn't wait to read only books I'd chosen. I was happy thinking about not writing paper after paper (we English majors did have our fair share of those). But, I was sad to leave. And a little scared. I wasn't sure what was going to happen in my life. I wasn't married (the horror!) and didn't have a job lined-up. I did have my boyfriend, my Michael, and he was fun, but I wasn't sure he was what I was looking for. I had all of these conflicting feelings going on at once.
Despite my butterfly-filled stomach, I had a great time with the whole graduation thing. My roommate, Kimber, and I took tons of cheesy photos in our caps and gowns (the pics are MIA in my house right now) and my entire family was there to cheer me on (thanks to my brother's wedding taking place the next day).
I was the second of my parent's children to graduate from college. Neither of my parents is a college graduate and they very much encouraged all of us to go on and get a higher education. They sacrificed quite a bit in order to help seven of us go to college. I recognize and am extremely grateful for that. I can't imagine the story of my life without the chapters at BYU in it.