The Stute

Up until this point in our lives, life outside of school seemed almost imaginary. Over the course of the last four years, we exchanged early bedtimes for late nights filled with studying and socializing, swapped class schedules for Workday registrations, gave up summer breaks for professional growth, and left behind our hometown history to shape new identities in a place with seemingly boundless opportunity.

Four lessons I have learned now that my four years are up. Thank you to Stevens for giving me the bestest of friends, experiences, and opportunities.

I’ve really had to think hard about the last three years because so much has happened. In reality, they feel a lot like a blur, with alarms set before sunrise, rushing out the door half-awake, bouncing between work, school, home, and hitting “submit” on assignments way too close to the deadline.

My favorite quote of all time is from the Greek philosopher Heraclitus, and it goes “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”

While my master’s degree was full of “firsts,” these past two semesters also included a lot of “lasts.” I’ve spent the past year thinking about what my lasts would be.

These last few weeks, I have found myself really thinking about windows of time. As cliché as it sounds, four years, four months, four weeks, and four days should really feel different, and they do, but in an unconventional way.