Graduation time has come and gone. I sit in my bedroom at my house—that is, my parent’s house—with Adult Swim on in the background and my dog sound asleep on the floor. I have my Bachelor of Science degree in Biochemistry from Seton Hill University, a book shelf full of chemistry-related texts, and above average knowledge of cycloalkanes. I am estranged from my classmates from two different schools, sitting silently alone, comfortable in the solace.
Yet this entry is not about the sad things, about the regrets. This entry is about the victories.
During my four years at Seton Hill, I gained significant knowledge about math, science, and some other subjects thanks to the glory of a liberal arts curriculum. I made some great friends, ignored all the enemies, and generally had a good time for four years. If anyone asks me about college, I will always be able to say honestly, “I never worked too hard.”
I saw the beginning and ending of two good relationships. I learned self-confidence and comfortability with singledom. My awkward high school socialization was re-vamped for an adult’s attitude towards dating and relationships. I learned the value of being discerning with dating, not to jump too quickly into emotions, and possibly most importantly, being picky is a good thing.
I took classes in French, singing, sewing, and acting. I learned why I had a hard time picking a major in the first place—I love doing everything. I taught myself how to knit and got paid to sew costumes. I worked graphic design on a wonderful magazine, every year getting better. I was published twice: first semester freshman year and last semester senior year. I worked on the newspaper for a year as a columnist, where I wrote about activities off the hill.
The biggest victory of all of my four years at Seton Hill, however, is never getting caught in the shower during a fire alarm.