Frosh-cessities: Not knowing how to say goodbye


Leaving college for the first time is weird.  There’s not a campus-wide End of the Year Assembly or a shared rejoicing in the hallways. You probably won’t run into your classmates in your neighborhood come June, either. Well, maybe you will, considering half of this campus is from “just outside of Boston,” New York City, or Southern California (51st thing I learned freshman year?).

As the rest of your due dates and exams begin to approach, you find it hard to keep track of the days and times when your friends are leaving, when their parents are taking you to brunch, and when you’ll see them next. It’s a weird feeling, especially after spending months hanging out, going out, and studying together. These are things we’ve all just gotten used to.

The oddness of this drawn-out goodbye process—which revolves the college exam calendar—is just another addition to the list of the things I’ve learned this year. After a late-night Rock session, my roommate and I decided that the end of finals is an unsettling conclusion to a year that’s been so life-changing. Maybe that’s too hyperbolic, but there’s no denying that these past eight months have inevitably been full of change: new friends, new classes, new city, etc. Even after all of this growth, the year ends abruptly without a formal conclusion. The freshman experience is over, I wouldn’t change anything about it. No, not even the mistakes (but I won’t indulge you with that now; that’s a whole other post).

But here’s the silver lining to forgetting to wish your kinda-sorta-maybe friend who lives down the hall a great summer: we freshmen get three more years to keep figuring this all out. As we break for summer, we should debrief on how far we’ve come in the past year, and how far we’ll continue to go before leaving. So here’s to not having to use Google Maps to get to class next semester and to being sophomores come September.

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