Hello, dear readers!
Nine days ago, I graduated from college.
For five years, Morris was home away from home. I gained some incredible friends, went to some amazing events–in October, I got to see Bill Nye the Science Guy!–and learned valuable life lessons, like how to do laundry and order pizza. Sometimes, I went to bed early due to exhaustion, sometimes I zombie-walked from my grave, er, my dorm room, to classes the next day. I learned that you actually need to do simple chores like cleaning my room, or doing the dishes because my parents aren’t there to clean up after me. I went on dates with guys, and learned what a good relationship entails from a bad one. Thankfully, I only got sick twice, if I don’t count the beginning of freshman year where I had a really bad cough. I never got mono.
Even now, as an English major, I don’t entirely know what I want to do with the rest of my life. I have small goals, like integrating all of my college stuff from the third floor to my room. I have large goals, like getting a job that will help me pay the bills while also having fun amid the stress. I would love to one day get a puppy, because I love dogs and would love more than anything to show up like my parents did with their new puppy at my grandparents house as a surprise.
My poetry peeps and I are planning to exchange poems via snail mail. I’m excited to start sending them poetry, because this will help raise my current meager number of poems for 2015. I miss having poetry on Thursday nights, not because I miss the feedback, but I miss seeing all my good friends who cheer me up and make me laugh. I hope that Floating World will survive now that I am no longer at Morris. If I there’s time, I’ll return some Thursday night to see what the kids are writing these days.
At graduation, our guest speaker was a poet laureate. She has an etherial voice, wispy but strong. To her, we were the “beautiful class of 2015” who were hope for the coming future because we cared about the environment, as well as many other things in the world. Instead of directly delivering a speech, this woman spoke from her personal experiences of growing up on a farm, how she dropped out of college due to fear over what was coming next, before returning to school and completing her degree. To hear her anxieties, as a college student, about the future, was reassuring. Even though I’m taking a summer course, I do not know what the future will hold for me. I don’t know what to expect.
But I trust that God has a plan in mind for me.
Graduation was strange. I knew what was happening, but I felt a little detached from the reality that I was nearing the end. During the drum ceremony, which was very cool, I had the thought, We’ve come full circle. They played drums the night we came to Morris, and now they are playing drums at graduation. The song towards the end of the ceremony, sung by the Morris choir, was pretty and moving. I think it will hit me more in August, when I would have regularly started to pack up for a new year.
Summer feels like every other summer, except I’m taking a class for a month and a day. This will keep me busy, as well as returning to work. I need to keep busy, or otherwise I go a little crazy.
The University of Minnesota, Morris is a fantastic school. My professors were wonderful. Joining the poetry club on campus was one of the best decisions I made in 2010. I will dearly miss poetry after dark. I’ll definitely come back to campus for the tug, this time as an alum. I will, as our speaker stated, “return to the prairie.”
I’m excited to begin answering Mary Oliver’s question: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” While I am done with school, I am not yet finished with learning and exploring.
Congrats, my fellow Morris grads!