It's happened, world. I have officially graduated from Butler University! As scary as that is to say (and type), I have always been ready for "the real world" and am ready to be an adult. I can already tell I'll be dirt poor by the end of the month, but it's OK. Other people get by, so I can too.
Because it's the end of my "little girl pants" life and 2009, this blog is going to be a year's reflection (Sorry if that's lame. You can stop reading now if you think it is...have you stopped? Ok, we'll start now for those of you sticking with this).
I have been incredibly blessed these past 3 1/2 years with amazing experiences and oober-talented people with whom I've worked and met.
The professors and my fellow students are Butler taught me so much about life. I can say my views on life have definitely changed since I entered college in the fall of 2006, and I'm a better person for it. (Although my dad would say I was brainwashed by those liberal arts people, but what can you do?) My latest experience working to converge the print version of The Butler Collegian to online was my most memorable of my college experience. It wasn't easy or stressless by any means, but the work was worth it with the history that was made and the continued groundbreaking that happened in the newspaper's coverage. I spent my last year at the newspaper with some of the most talented journalists I will ever meet, and for that, I am extremely grateful. Woodward and Bernstein...watch your backs!
At my various internships, I learned skills that I could never have learned in the classroom. Butler prepared me to be an organized, dedicated, deadline-oriented, efficient worker, but these jobs taught me to think on my feet and not rely on someone else to solve my problems for me. I learned job responsibility and became more than comfortable with making projects totally my own and taking all the good and bad that comes with that. Specifically, my experience in New York in the summer of 2009 taught me to live on my own because, for the first time in my life, my parents weren't a few hours away to help me when something went wrong. Granted, I rarely asked for my parents' help growing up, but if something went wrong, my mom couldn't show up in a few hours with an answer or medicine. Everything was uncertain as I flew across the Manhattan skyline my first day, but I left the city at the end of the summer certain of what and where I wanted my life to eventually be.
But despite everything, 2009 specifically has taught me to appreciate the people around me more than ever and to truly trust that everything happens for a reason. Even if what happens isn't what you have in mind, it's right. Trust it. Enjoy it. Live it.
End note: I will continue blogging as my adult life unfolds. I hope it's an interesting read for you all... :)
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