My Bittersweet Symphony ...

I'm going to miss this so much it hurts. My mom has been the voice in the back of my head while I've been at USD constantly reminding me that it is going to be over before I know it. Well it's almost over and I can't believe it. I feel like so many of the little things I took for granted when they were happening but looking back on them now realize what pivotal moments they were. 

Decisions:

Despite telling my parents I was going to USD after moving my oldest brother in when I was 9, they still couldn't believe it when I actually sent in my acceptance. However, while choosing a school solely on its appearance and the fact that I liked how all the buildings matched may have not always seemed to be the best decision, looking back now it was the right one and I'm glad that, that is what got me here because I realized how much it had to offer that a tour or overnight could have never accomplished. 

Roomies: 

I remember receiving my roommate letter in the male freshman year. Calling Sam to introduce myself was probably on of the funniest situations as Lily (her sister) picked up the phone and screamed in utter excitement at the top of your lungs ... "SSSAAMMM IT"S YOUR ROOMMATE" ... Ironically that phone call made us both late for the same job as she worked at Hollister and I at Abercrombie. The online conversations the followed I will cherish forever, especially her threatening to jump on a girls back and spray hairspray and or moose in their eyes if they attempted to steal either of our bath mats in the johnny squares 

Ariane was a happy accident Junior year as when my plans to go abroad didn't work out and I was in dire need of a roommate and an apartment on the beach. Luckily that same week she posted on facebook that she was in need of a roomie as well. She has become one of, if not the best friend I could have asked for out of USD. Our emotional movie dates and dinner dates have been my savior. I have laughed more with her than anyone else and no matter how down I am she can always come up with some stupid anecdotal story, typically of something we have done together, that can put a smile on my face. We also make a great team when painting the town red, we single-handedly became best friends with the entire Typhoon staff in a two week period, and even now when we go back, despite half the staff having moved on, can still get free drinks. And finally, as we so lovingly pointed out to a guy this weekend we tell each other 

e v e r y t h i n g (well maybe just 98%)

Friends:

Megan and Morgan I'm going to include you in with the Jamaica boys because that's how it should be. The three of us make some sort of weird unit and even though we might not remember most of our nights together, they have all been perfect, and our days where we try to piece them together are the highlight of my weeks. And the Jamaica boys (Scott, Serge, Fly, Blue Ray, Jeffie, and Plum), I don't think I'd have anything to do without you ... life would be pretty boring but I still believe my opinion helps out in your shopping at the market ... an 8 lb. steak is not necessary even when it is only $10. 

School:

In the last few weeks, even when I am swamped with work, papers, and tests, I push myself to go because I know I only have a month left of this and it truly is bittersweet. And, everything that has happened in between class, strolling around campus, and social life has been my symphony over the past four years and I am proud to say it is nearly complete and it is my masterpiece ... and I wouldn't change a note of it.