12 days ago, I graduated from college. Totally crazy and I'm still in shock that I'm done.
My "college years" (I feel old for even being able to say that), have been the best years of my life. I met my best friends, I learned so much about myself and what I want to do, and I really grew up. Emerson College fostered the perfect environment for me to learn and grow, and it was truly one of the best decisions of my life to attend.
I'll never forget when I was rejected from my first choice college, and sobbing endlessly to my college counselor who advised me that I would likely not get into Emerson, given my rejection from my top-choice school. I was totally lost and heartbroken and was on the verge of giving up completely. Four months later, I got an email that I had been accepted to Emerson's Journalism program, the top undergraduate Journalism program in the country. It was the last college acceptance I received, but I knew from my immediate sobs of joy that it was the place for me.
A month later, the Boston Marathon bombing happened. It was the day after I had put down my housing deposit, confirming my spot in my future home. My mother was terrified, and adamant against my attendance. I pushed again that this was where I needed to go, and four months later, I was moving into my dorm.
Fast forward to today, I'm a graduate of the program I was told I wouldn't get into and am ready for the next step. To break it down, here's my time at Emerson over the past three-and-a-half years in a few numbers:
-2 dorm rooms
-17 trips home
-4 countries visited
It's still pretty surreal that I'm done, and I don't think it will fully hit me until my friends go back to school in January. I can't thank my friends that I've made in school for sticking by me, my parents and family for constantly supporting me, and the teachers who have educated me. While this time in my life is over, I'm excited for what the future holds.