Written by: Kylee Doty
This is the part you never think about until it comes.
It’s still hard for me to fully understand that I’m graduating and what that means. It’s also hard to write four years into 500 words, but I’ll try.
I started school here at 17, and turned 18 a few weeks after I had moved into Powell Hall. I had a shower curtain covering my closet, and my duvet was purple-grey with flowers. My dad had made me a side table for my bunk bed and it was painted blue and sparkly. These first few weeks actually summarize a lot of my life in a way. I jump into things without fear of what they might bring, and I embrace adventures. Things don’t keep me down for very long, and I’m a big fan of reflection. Over my four years here, I have made and lost friends. I have cried a little, but smiled and laughed substantially more. Essentially, I have done the same things that many, or even most, college students have done, but even though I have a lot in common with so many others, we are all still very different.
I value experiences and people above most else, and I have met some of the best human beings in the entire world here. Some of my professors took more time for me than I would have had I been in their shoes, and pushed me outside of my comfort zone. My close friends encouraged me to expand my knowledge as well as my understanding of myself; they helped me to realize that life is too short to be scared of messing up. I have always been a perfectionist: terrified of making a mistake or embarrassing myself. I think that’s one of my biggest accomplishments over my years at Adrian; it would take a lot to embarrass me now.
I’m not really writing this to act like I’m holier than anyone just because I have an undergraduate degree or to offer some groundbreaking advice I’ve discovered, but I have learned something pretty delicate but profound. It’s something I’ve always known to be true, but was solidified during my years here. It’s this: you’ll never lose by being a good person. People will make you feel terrible sometimes (sometimes worse than terrible) but if you don’t have to question if you did the right thing, then you’re able to have peace within yourself, which is more important than having peace with anyone (besides God, duh).
When I reflect over these past four years, I have become a completely different person than I was my senior year of high school. I have both chosen and been forced to grow in ways I couldn’t have predicted. It’s hard to write things like this because there’s both so much and so little to say. I’ve become confident, courageous and bold, and I know my 11 year-old self would be proud of who I am, and I’m content with that. I hope to continue to learn, grow, evolve, and essentially become a life-long student under the professor that is this life.