On Graduation & Ryerson University

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It’s bittersweet, roaming the campus hallways to what you know will be your last term of undergraduate classes. Of course, I’m beyond excited to complete my degree (in fact, I am so tired of learning about psychology, I would gladly not take a look at any clinical study for the next couple of years) and to have accomplished something that had its difficult moments. However, I’m also somewhat sad about it, too.

I did complete my two University Goals without an issue, though — to make at least one lasting friendship in my classes and to not fail a single one of my courses — and it turns out the girl who was a somewhat introverted scholar in high school effortlessly met someone who would become her best friend on her second day of classes, while several courses left her struggling to stay afloat. Oh, well. C’est la vie; I ultimately passed everything.

With only a few more months until I graduate, I can look back on the last four years at Ryerson and feel genuinely happy that I came here and had the experiences that I did. And a MASSIVE shoutout to Christian, who has listened to me laugh and cry (over literally everything; sometimes laughing and crying over the same thing), complain and celebrate, and stressfully rant and carelessly let go in order to let it all happen as it will. I wouldn’t have had half the university experience I’ve had without you (including breaking some of the rules). Love you, booboo.

In honour of this wonderful friendship, here’s a photo from one of our nights out, where we almost 100% likely acted ridiculous:

At the same time, I’m going to miss the introductory classes I took back in first year, where there were hundreds of students in a single course and people seemed simultaneously nervous and excited to be in this large of an academic institution, but also extremely confused as to whether or not they were actually in the right class. Even in the extra fifth half-year I’ve had to take (my fourth year at Ryerson), I still have my doubts sometimes that I’ve walked into the right class on the first day, I’m still excited to learn, and still nervous of how difficult the course may soon prove to be. Only now, I’m also a hundred times more confident that I first was several years ago; I’m not all that concerned about walking into a class and not knowing anybody; nor worried about whether I’m going to graduate or not (by now, it’s pretty obvious that I am).

And now, all there’s left to do is move onward!

X,

Emily