college, senior year, st bonaventure, stress

Senior year is not what I expected it to be… not even close

Going into senior year, I was really excited but also sad at the same time.  I had mixed feelings about coming back knowing that it would be my last year.  My last pre-season, my last cross-country season, my last time going to house parties and dingy bars, my last chance to register for classes and my last drive back to Bonas as a STUDENT.

They really aren’t kidding when they say college flies by, but they’re lying when they say it’s the “best four years of your life.”

I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy college because I definitely do.

But people change. People change a lot. Sometimes for the worst.

Aside from broken friendships and living with alcoholics, I’ve dealt with (and overcame) some struggles of my own.

I was once again forced out of my last XC race due to injury, I developed a slight eating problem/ self-image issues, and I became really sick with the flu and mono AT THE SAME TIME.

Since mono lasts about 53904803 years, I’ve been unable to follow my usual routine of working out every day and treating myself to shitty vodka on the weekends.

Because of this mess I was so rudely cursed with, senior year has been my worst year. And I can’t wait to walk across that stage and receive my fucking diploma!

 

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Living in a boring town

To tell you the truth, I never pictured myself living in Western New York, especially Olean, a town where almost nothing ever happens outside St. Bonaventure. Growing up, my dad used to brag about how great of a school it is.  The partying, the athletics, the people, the camaraderie-everything.  Still, I wanted nothing to do with it.

My dad encouraged me to go on a tour and I finally agreed to it.  From Albany, N.Y. to Olean is about 5 hours and the whole way I bitched about how boring the car ride was.  For most of the drive I questioned whether or not there’s even civilization because all I saw was acres of unused land.

I’m not coming here

I don’t like it

There’s no one on campus. Why is there no one on campus? 

Over and over again, I thought to myself how St. Bonaventure wasn’t the school for me, and that I went on a tour to make my dad happy.  Boy was I wrong.

As it turned out, St. Bonaventure is the school for me.  I love it and I couldn’t imagine how different my college experience would be if I went elsewhere.  My dad was right about everything.  All these years, I refused to believe how great of a school St. Bonaventure is.

Despite the town of Olean/Allegany being so boring with absolutely nothing to do, St. Bonaventure has changed me.  I always wanted to go far away to college because I wanted to experience an environment different from Albany and meet people different from the people I went to high school with.  While there’s not much diversity at Bonas, I’ve met people who are very different from me, and that was exactly what I wanted when I decided to go to school 5 hours away from my hometown.