College: The Best Four Years of Your Life

My time at university is coming to an end, and I can’t help but wonder if the best years are already behind me. I mean, drinking strange combinations of alcohol (and whatever else they put in there) in dirty frat basements has got to be the pinnacle of my existence, amiright?

All in all, I have mixed feelings about college. At times, I felt like I was at the prime of my life. While at other points I felt like I could barely keep my head above water.

As my days of an undergrad come to an end, it feels as though I’m wrapping up the season finale of my own TV show. Although, maybe I’ve just been watching waaaay too much Netflix lately…

I’ve met some of the greatest friends of my life, expanded my worldview and mind tremendously, and have learned so much about myself – growing into the person I currently am today.

It’s hard to say if college was the best four years of my life until I’ve experienced the rest. But that being said, it was probably the best four years thus far.

At some points I really wanted to drop out, and who knows how my life would have gone had I done that? Perhaps better, perhaps worse. Who’s to say?

But now that I’ve reached the end, I’m glad I didn’t. It feels good to know that I’ve accomplished a feat that at one point felt impossible.

I’m proud of my friends who amaze me each day through their continued growth, development, and success. I’m proud of myself as well.

Fifty years ago was the first time Lehigh University allowed women to study on their campus. (And funny story, the first woman accepted was a French woman named Jean. The registrar thought she was a male applicant.) I am from a (frankly, not long enough) line of strong, intelligent women who have paved the road of success and accomplishment for future generations of women to come. 

I plan to continue my studies (after a short hiatus) and carry this legacy forward.

To the class of 2020: Congratulations! Your hard work is admirable, and you should be proud of yourselves.