So we seniors got our fliers for final friday in our mailboxes today. Final Friday is a "meeting" of sorts at which the last few orders of business before graduation are attended to, and then we all get tremendously drunk. I might also mention that this meeting is mandatory. Even the part about lots of free sangria is no longer a lure. Friday will be the day that my family arrives. and KB will be here. and i'll have to legitimately pack up the remainder of my macon years. psh.
i'm going to stop thinking about this right now.
i'm becoming less concerned with the uncertainty of my future as it relates to a job and income, and more concerned...rather, troubled by the idea that so many of the people whom i hold so dear won't be around. Around, not even nearby. not even close. across the country, in various places. I don't want us to all go away. The realization that my friends won't be just a couple of doors down the hall anymore is stunning.
right now i'm trying really hard to enjoy macon, in this very pleasant weather and these almost lazy days. i'm soaking in as much of the campus, and the people, and the smells and sights and sounds that i possibly can. i fell in love with this place as a high schooler, and looking back now i recognize how special this place is, by the fact that it had such an impact on my when i was really just a kid, nevermind the amazing growth that it has brought me in my four years. sure, i'll be the first to tell you that there are many moments when i have truly hated this place. But that love runs deeper than any frustration or sadness i will ever have. This place is part of my soul. And in the end, I will take Macon with me forever. I'm not trying to be narcissistic when i say this, but I'm also convinced that there is no better creature on this planet than the true macon woman. In the end I think many of the people (more than we suspect, surely) who graduate from this place become those rare, true macon women. They are a sight to see, a kindred spirit, and they will always have my loyalty.
these red brick walls have reared me; have borne me and suffered me and elevated me. and i have thrived. for these four years i have struggled because so much of macon is being a "part" of things. And I have been, but it didn't always feel that way. Ultimately though, it is Macon that we are a part of, not it's pieces. and it is Macon that will forever tie and bind us as sisters. I would never have met such amazing women had I gone to any other place. I believe in destiny - that everything happens for a reason. The lives of myself, of my friends, and everyone i've encountered here are inexplicably intertwined forever.
I am grateful for every single moment. For every breath I have taken here.
And finally, co-ed or not, this will always be my home and I will always wish for others the opportunity to take the challenge.
you see, Macon is like survivor. like the amazing race - or the marines (you know.. the few, the proud!). Lots of girls come here; a lot of them transfer. others just never really get it. But the ones who do, who make an impact and get involved, and who can overcome themselves to make it through 4 years... those are the macon women. If you can survive Macon, you can truly do anything.
to those Macon women who read this, I love you. with all my heart. and I always will.
just for good measure... here's a t/s video for you - the song is "I've Got You" and for the record, Tegan says "..and no it isn't about Sara cause that would be weird." :o)
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