Today, I graduate from Swarthmore College.

Four years has gone by so quickly.  It’s been an amazing ride and I’ve learned so much, not just in my classrooms but from my friends and peers and about myself.  I’ve grown up so much in my time here, more than I ever could have imagined when I first stepped on this campus.  This place and these people have seen me through my best and worst moments, and I would do it all again heartbeat in exactly the same way.  Unfortunately, time doesn’t work that way, and when I cross that stage in a mere 7 hours and get handed my diploma, I will irreversibly be thrust into the next stage of my life.  But, if there’s one thing that these four years have taught me (most especially this past year), it’s that each step forward keeps getting better.  So, as much as I’m going to miss being a student among such inspiring professors, peers, and friends (and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how much I appreciate and will miss them), I think I’m ready to take that next step into the murky abyss that is my future.  I have no idea what happens next and it’s heart-poundingly exciting and gut-wrenchingly terrifying.  Yet, somehow I have this serene sense that everything is going to be okay because I know who I am and who the people of Swarthmore and my family helped shape me to be.  I know that I will continue to make mistakes (probably terrible ones), but I also know that I can learn from mistakes and those mistake always lead to something better: better situations, better relationships with friends, better outlook on life, a better me.  So, I’m ready for whatever may come next.  Today, I graduate college.  Today, I take that next step forward.

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Doesn’t matter what the problem is - money, relationships, rabies - the solution is always rucking.

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Doesn’t matter what the problem is - money, relationships, rabies - the solution is always rucking.

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