one year ago…
on this night, we were all holding bottles of champagne, standing on picnic tables. were all a little sun-kissed, all a little naive and all very fearful of what the next 24 hours would bring.
thinking about it now, “reflecting” on it now, i’m still nauseous… i still have a pit in my stomach. those last hours of “excellence”, those last hours of togetherness were unfathomable. i was SO overwhelmed, so so so overwhelmed… as i still am now, a year later.
i could go on to share the memories of that night and the next day… the tears shed as the sun rose over the beacon street garage, the blankets that coddled us and held us all a little closer, the insurmountable number of bagels that were consumed as we tried to prepare for the day ahead. i could break down the miserable hangover that was graduation. the banana and muffin i couldn’t eat, the ice coffee i threw away… my inability to pee, not just because i was dehydrated, but because i was too scared to go, to let go (too far? nah.). the feeling of walking together with my best friends, the people that had seen me grow, change and evolve over four (blessed) years of college. the feeling of walking together with friends that would last forever, people that share memories with me that are forever engrained in my mind and etched in my heart. the fear of the unknown, of where we would all be, how we would stay in touch and how the future (the fuckin future) would unfold. i could talk about the breakdown i had while moving out, the goodbyes i refused to say, the traffic that consumed Chestnut Hill as everyone left the Heights one last time. I could talk about the dinner we had, best friends and families, celebrating our achievements… the drinks we had to nurse the misery and coax smiles from uneasy lips… the laughs we shared and the memories we continued to create. i could talk about a lot from that 24 hour period…
it was 24 hours filled with misery and magic, love and fear, family and friends, the unknown and new beginnings.
as tonight just begins on the heights… as the mods just begin to rustle… as the limes just start to be cut for tequila shots and the bottles of champagne are prepped for a midnight toast, i am going to hunker down (with my froggy pillow and a glass of gingerale) and continue (or attempt) to reflect.
seniors ‘13, if you’re reading this, you are in for a rude awakening. not only are the next 24 hours are going to mind fuck you in ways they should explore using at gitmo… the next 3 months, 6 months, 9 months and year will be trying. you grow. you will change. you will smile and frown, cry from laughter and pain, you will love and hate whatever it is that you do. when the days are shitty and even living on newton or co road seem like winning the lottery, think about the memories you make tonight and the ones that got you to that place… the dancing you did to no music…the drinks you drank (and know you shouldn’t have)… the football games we lost (and the half a one we won)… the nights you ordered cake in the rain… the freshman 15 that lead to weight watchers… your best friends you met freshman year and still text 876 times a day, and the new best friend you have and can’t imagine life without… the abroad experience that is still quoted a little too much…the cityside dance-offs and the MA’s blackouts…the endless adventures, learning, love, laughter and happiness. that is BC and THOSE are the memories to carry with you tonight, as you feel that chill of graduation on the roof as the sun peaks up, and tomorrow morning when you refuse to leave your room, and the day after when you realize it’s over… the worst (potentially) of all.
try and smile, and hydrate… if nothing else, hydrate.
and if there is one good thing to come of this? we’re all along for the next part of the ride together… buckle in. it’s going to be an emotional one.
set the world aflame.