A seven day blog series.
Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.
So in true form, on my second day of blogging I didn’t blog. haha BUT I’m making up for it by posting my Day 2 blog now. And really this speaks to the imperfection of life and one of the biggest lessons I have learned at Penn.
Imperfection.
I came to Penn still believing in perfection. Though high school was anything but a cakewalk, I finished with everything I could have wanted — amazing friends, awards, and a place in the class of 2012 at an ivy league university. During the past four years, through trials and tribulations, I have learned everything does not turn out how you planned. Mistakes happen. Rejection happens. Tragedy strikes. Bad grades magically appear. Nonetheless the only way to get through it is to take some time to work through your feelings, regroup, and keep pushing. Even though I’m not graduating with everything I could ever dream of (Michael Ealy’s twin for a boyfriend, an amazing full time job, Summa Cum Laude), I still have so much to be grateful for. And it’s funny because most of the things that didn’t work out were actually for the best (and I am not just saying that to pump myself up, they really were).
Tuesday morning I took my last final at Penn. Ever. Typing it gives it a more official feel, but it definitely didn’t fully hit me at the time or even now. As soon as I finished it was time to gear up for all the senior week events and goodbyes. Went to Cosi with my girls and for the first time in weeks we were able to just relax and talk. The first senior event was a clambake themed party at the President’s house. It was short, but a cute way to start out the week. After the party I was able to hang out with two of my friends I haven’t seen in SUCH a long time. I had a great time catching up and really just trying to soak in these last few experiences I’ll share with them on campus. I guess you could say the day was anticlimactic, but it was a good way to transition from exam mode to graduation mode.
***(Of course if anything is misspelled/worded in this post, it was because I was trying to prove a point about imperfection.)