The Stute

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.

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.

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.

Maybe I’m just lucky.

At the most important juncture of my life, I decided to attend Stevens during my senior year of high school.