Monday, March 21, 2016

NOT CRYING. I PROMISE..

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*60 percent of these dangerously filtered photos aren't mine so I'd like to thank and credit the following intsaa, facebook, and other webpages. 
(Beavers FB, Unviversity FB, @OregonStateUniv, @MyOSUCampus)

Well it was bound to happen. You're typically given four years so yea I was going to finish eventually...

But YOU GUYS!!!! I FINISHED!!! I'm a college graduate with about 11 weeks to spare!

Here's my attempt at getting through this post while songs like Landslide, You Learn, Don't Stop Believing, and everything about moving on play in my ears. It's all I've been listening to since my travel back home.



I'm not crying though. Promise you that.

With something as huge and exceptionally overwhelming as putting in 4 years of work and finally finishing... I guess I'd say I'm just exceptionally overwhelmed. No tears. I'm more or less in shock.


Graduating here is something I've been trying to downplay for as long as I possibly could.

 Let's just do this secretly and keep on pushing because nothing is over until it ACTUALLY is over. Talking about my Pharm D.

Then with time I've come to admit that these 4 years I had "put in" as previously stated were a good chunk of my life; worthy of acknowledgement and ceremony. It's been a chunk spent learning, growing, laughing, loving, breaking down, transitioning -- while being in a new city and state for the first time as well. Oregon it's been so real I can't say more. California is home but I'll never forget.


From BENZALDEHYDE to RIEMANN SUMS. ORGANIC to INORGANIC. TEXTBOOKS to WATCHING MY ACCOUNT DRAIN. DORM ROOMS to CO-OPS. ASA to BCC. REGAL 9TH to CARMIKE. SHARIS to CIRCLE K. BASKETBALL GAME to FOOTBALL GAME to DAM JAM. JEFFERSON WAY to PORTLAND and CONSTRUCTION to MORE SEEMINGLY NEVER ENDING CONSTRUCTION.

These memories are everything to me.


On all my pharmacy school application essays I gushed about this growing process and how going to university has (ready for the cliché) changed me. I've learned so much about myself as an individual, academically, socially, financially, etc. And now the nostalgia is kicking in strong mid sentence // I blame the photo set basically digging through the archives to create it// 

Thanks again for taking care of me Oregon, Corvallis, and Beaver Nation. There's not much left for me to say anyway.

I'll see you in June for the ceremony. 


But I'm not crying then either. Alright. 

Love,