epilogue: BC

So. This is it. The very last day of undergraduate class at BC. No more Prof. Duggan, Miss Hedegard, Prof. Deese, and Mr. Burns. No more homework, no more ONeil, no more staying up at night finishing an exercise to be handed in for credit.


No more coming into class, sitting in those individual desks, and participating in discussions about Christian politics, or Communication research methods, or popular culture. 
But it is not the end yet. I still have finals, and my very last day at BC would be slightly more than a week from now. I remember how I first arrived, and how I was in awe of BC. BC now feels so familiar; I now laugh when people talk of Newton, or when CSOM is made fun of. I smile when I hear people grumble about the food at Lower, or at Mc, and how people say there are awesome burgers at Hillside. 
I now hold open the door for others, although they are like 10 seconds away from the door; I hate cramming into the bus when I need to get to my 9am class, but that's a part of BC- it's not something you can separate. 
More than that, it's the people whom I'll miss the most. People who've extended their warm friendships to me, people who've been so helpful. 
To these people, I say, it's my privilege being able to be your friend. It's a blessing to be helped by you (even if it's just holding the door open for me), to be loved by you. Thank you for being such a blessing, and impacting my life in such a positive way. I only wish that you can say the same for me, and that we can be friends for so much longer. And I hope that we'll be able to meet again, someday. 
I suddenly realize the finality of it all, as I write goodbye-cum-thank you emails to people who hold a place in my heart. To Megan, Elisabeth, Teddy, my FG, people at KRUP, my professors, BC admin- words cannot express how much I love all of you, and the thought of not being able to see any of you again kills me inside. 
It is with a heavy heart that I leave BC behind, that I leave all these people behind. The familiarity of walking through Maloney and ONeil plaza, the solitude found in empty classrooms in Gasson, the noise in Lower.  
I leave with the hope that I will come back to BC one day, perhaps, as a graduate student. I leave with all the love that's been poured on me. 
This is it. It's final. While part of me wishes that I never came here, a bigger part of me is glad that I'm able to be part of this loving community here at BC. 
I realized how bad I am at goodbyes, and how easily attached I am to people around me. 
But, God's been good to me. He's been good to me throughout this entire semester. The love that I have from all these people reminds me that God is always watching over me. 
Thank you, Thank You. :')
p/s: EMO SONG PLAYING. 1000 years. Wanna cry :(