SOAPBOX: LASTS ARE BITTERSWEET

 CHI NGO

chngo10@ole.augie.edu
 
 
cngo
 

Here it is, class of 2014. Our senior year. After all the trials and triumphs of our college careers, it is finally the time to actually enjoy college. No more battling upperclassmen during registration and room selection. No more trying to adjust to college life. This is it. This is our senior year.

Why do I love being a senior you ask? A wise friend once told me, “When you’re a senior, you don’t have to pretend to be normal.” And it’s true. By the time you’re a senior, Augustana’s impression of you has pretty much settled. All of your professors and friends already know who you are, where you came from, your hopes and dreams and your biggest nightmares. You no longer have to try to fit in, because you have been a part of this community since that time you had a panic attack in your adviser’s office.

You have friends. I mean actual friends, not your roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s second cousin with whom you hung out once and with whom you now have to avoid making eye contact in public. You have sweet, caring, loyal, honest and slightly crazy friends who share the same paranoia about post-graduation plans.

They understand your confusion, your frustration with the job search and your fear of growing up. It’s hard to think that this time next year, I’ll have to travel incredibly far to actually see my friends. Walking to the Duluth apartments doesn’t seem that bad now.

Senioritis is now a legitimate excuse for everything. Let’s face it; all seniors have earned the right to have senioritis. After three years of striving for good grades and a glorious resume with a bazillion collegiate activities and internships (only made possible by sleep deprivation and a coffee addiction), we deserve a little bit of a break. And by “break,” I mean I will wear yoga pants on a Monday if I want.

Senior year comes with a whole different set of concerns. We’re filling out graduate school applications, interviewing for jobs, hunting for new apartments, actually paying our bills (and not “accidentally” passing them to our parents) and other grown-up problems. It’s adorable when underclassmen complain about five-page papers.

After the last three beautifully terrifying years, I can proudly say that I have learned so much. The more the liberal arts teach you, the more you realize you didn’t know. You’ll find that the world you’re about to enter is immensely wonderful and, at the same time, incredibly frightening. But on the plus side, all of my professors have told me that life will turn out okay, and I trust them.

The best part is this: by the time you’re a senior, you’ll come to appreciate every minute you spend on this campus, because, let’s face it, everything will be your last. We just had our last Viking Days as students. We will have our last Christmas, last interim and last spring break of our college career. I found myself enjoying college a whole lot more because this is the end. Next Viking Days, we will be alumni.

 

Chi Ngo is a senior business administration and communication studies major from Hanoi, Vietnam.