It is June 25 and all I can think about is that life just sails by. To say that so far this month has been a whirlwind would be an understatement. Many days I thought “I really need to blog because I need to *not* forget this day” but then something came up or sleep won out and I just never got around to writing it all down. I may play catch up, or some pictures and memories might never get shared on this little blog of mine. I do know that before all of it sips right out of me, I wanted to share this one thing. Write it all out.
After countless essays, tests, quizzes and lectures on June 5, I walked out of my last lecture as an undergraduate student. It was a hot day in Seattle and the entire time I sat in that lecture like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. It didn’t dawn on me until my professor started handing out the evaluation forms for us to fill out. When I walked out of the room I talked for a couple of minutes with my professor and then I left the building. At that moment I was overwhelmed with just about every feeling ever – happiness, accomplishment, sad, excitement.
The next 10 days were packed – driving to Spokane for Lance’s Grandma’s funeral, one final exam, a couple of last assignments, picking up a friend from the airport, packing for our move. You name it. It happened during those 10 days.
Then on June 14, the philosophy department had its reception for graduates. It was nice to just spend time with some of my favorite professors and chit chat with other philosophy majors. Then, 10 days ago on June 15, 5000+ graduates, receiving everything from PhD’s to Bachelors degrees filed into Century Link Field for commencement. It was a hot day in Seattle and the ceremony was a tad long but there are moments I’ll never forget. Walking into the stadium and spotting my family. Watching one of my favorite philosophy professors file in and be announced as the Marshall of Ceremonies. Wondering if Bill Gates was present as his father was presented an alumni award. Walking across the stage and shaking the president’s (of the university) hand. When, at last, the very last graduate walked across the stage and the sirens rang and we were announced as the Class of 2013.
I looked forward towards that day for as long as I can remember. Many times I gave it for granted – duh! I’ll graduate! – but more times I wonder if that day would ever come. But, like many other milestones in our lives the day came and went, life has sailed on by – but I will not forget.