The quote went something like: "Things take on more meaning when the story ends" "that's because history starts to come in"
Last year, I posted this in reference to my experiences abroad. This year, I post it in reference to the end of my undergrad at Clemson.
I've been so fixated this past week on getting through finals that I've found little time to grasp what these moments mean.
Still, as Friday has finally come...as I officially cannot rid myself of coffee scent, as I've pulled my last all-nighters, and enjoyed the traditional, exam week library camaraderie, all comes to a standstill now. With one more assignment to turn in, I find that I'm asking myself "are you sure you want to turn that one in?" Because choosing to go through with this act does, in fact, signify the end- and for the first time all semester I'm seeing where all of this is taking on meaning.
History. The history that I have built at Clemson. It's coming at me from all directions now and taking on form. I can sense its complexities and I can sense its effects and it's both exciting and scary to be consumed by.
wow.
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