it's much easier said than it's done

ONE - yeasayer


oh hey.
yesterday was my last day of class as an undergrad. i listened to nothing but the above song on said day.

in my last class my notes looked like this:

yup. definitely ready to be an adult.

it was a very good semester. this is easy for me to say right now because grades won't be released for a few weeks.  i loved my classes. this semester expanded my mind in a lot of ways. this is thanks to the excellent professors i was lucky enough to have. and by excellent professors i mean kristin matthews and james ford. serious thanks to dr. matthews. she's been a fantastic mentor. helped me navigate the rough start of the semester/sudden change of major/begging professors to let me add classes two weeks into the semester.

thanks to all the crazies and non-crazies in my classes.
i really do wish we had yearbooks. if we did i would write things like this.

to the boy i'm in love with based purely on looks in my critical theory class:
you pull off styles i otherwise have very little patience for on boys. i.e. v-necks (just a little v), rolled up pants, parted hair. you're beautiful and you should know it. when you talk, i am less interested. i know we'd never work out. you're beautiful and i'm just sneakers in the bleachers. just sit over there in your nonchalant hand-on-your-face way looking good, and it's enough.

to the know-it-all who over-accessorizes:
you are smart. we know it. you are not smarter than the teacher. i wish you knew it. i'm sure you are nice enough. go easy on the hemp bracelets.

to kayla:
without you, i might have slept through a lot more of that class. thanks for laughing at my snotty comments. and remember that day when you brought me monster cookies? i can never convey to you how much i loved that. you are a wonderful person.

to rachel from 495:
always secretly admired you. you are so smart. your comments are so perceptive. i'm glad we got to be sort of friends; i needed someone to make side comments to in that class.

to the ginger boy from 495:
i didn't like you at first. but in the end i felt like we'd developed some kind of camaraderie. like when you tied the useless comment i made back into the class discussion.  thanks.

to carlyn from the essay class:
you're hilarious. you say everything i am thinking but wouldn't say out loud in that ridiculous class full of crazy people.

to zac from essay class:
thanks for nothing on that group presentation.

to evan from essay class:
i feel that you are my bff, and we've hardly talked. thanks for the gummy bears.

to the boy in my d&c class who started writing in your journal in german because you thought i was reading it:
i was. i'm sorry. i snooped.

to all of the beautiful people of the 5th floor of the library:
i know you'll never accept me what with my dell laptop, boy t-shirts, noise-cancellation earphones, and probably grumpy expression. i'm okay with that. thanks for letting me crash your party everyday anyway.

to the twilight zone convenience store in the wilk:
you kept me alive. thank you for your asiago cheese bagels and smoothie juice drinks.

to byu:
it's been real. i finally feel like i understand you. i know at least a few more buildings than the jfsb and jkb. i have a study place in the library. i know people in my major. i know professors. i've even learned how to navigate your ridiculous website (you could learn some things from byu-i in that department). i feel at home in provo. it's creepy to me too, but it finally happened.

i graduate in 10 days.
it will never feel real.