It’s official. I’ve finished my third year in college.
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately thinking about my experiences thus far, perhaps because most of my friends will be graduating in just two days from now. I came to Fontbonne leery of the thought of taking on a major as challenging as biology, and, I’ll admit it, I’ve really considered changing majors many times ever since (although oddly, I’ve never quite made it over to the registrar to pick up the correct form for that- call me lazy). Just three years ago, I was staring wide-eyed at my first general biology I assignment, which was on mimicry in the snake world. I didn’t understand the words. I was put into a group with seniors who, for some strange reasons, needed to retake general biology and who had already taken crazy 300- and 400-level biology courses. I had no idea what I was doing in that class.
And look at me now. I’ve finished my chemistry minor. I’m practically finished with my biotechnology concentration, and I already finished the physiology concentration. I’ve even taken an additional independent study human anatomy class (neuroanatomy) for fun. I technically only need to take one more biology class, immunology, and then I will have finished all of the departmental requirements for my degree.
So what have I learned in three years? Mostly, I’ve learned to never quit, even though I say “I quit” on what’s practically a daily basis. I’m scared about what lies ahead as far as GREs and internships and jobs and graduate admissions go, but I think that’s what’s the most exciting thing of all.
But, with school having just ended, I’d like to take some time to just reflect on the memories. The memories of Wednesday Cinema, our rather-new tradition of sitting in the biology seminar room and watching movies while doing homework all day. The memories of taking Molecular Techniques with Dillon and Tim all semester and telling each other to not tell Dr. Paine-Saunders that we spilled buffer all over or that we dropped our Western blot membranes in the sink. The memories of sleepless nights before organic chem tests and of waking up at 2 in the morning before a biochem test only to lie in bed and go through equations and problems over and over again in my head until it was time to get up and ready to go at 5:30am. These and countless other memories will continue to haunt me as I realize that many of my friends will not be back on campus in class with me next fall. But those memories, those bittersweet memories, will in time turn out to be some of the best I’ve ever had.
~ With Two of the Best Friends I’ll Ever Have ~