Le Provocateur

Issue date: 9/15/04 Section: Campus Life

As my roommates and I sat reminiscing one evening, we came to the realization that we are getting old. It seems that only recently we have taken a giant step closer to adulthood. It's almost time for us to knock on the real world's door and see what it has in store for our lives after college.

This is our fourth and final year here at Assumption College. It wasn't too long ago that we walked to class with our ID's and keys on an orientation lanyard, trying not to make eye contact with anyone we feared were upperclassmen. It wasn't so far back that many of us were initiated into our respective sports teams, wondering if we could make it through four years of grueling practices, games, and races. We had no choice but to eat at Taylor three times a day, and we had to find creative ways of getting off campus, due to our lack of cars. We learned about living in very close quarters with strangers, and those strangers became our best friends.

I have a tendency to forget that I am a senior in college. It could be because I look like closer to the age of 16 than 21, but I think the real problem is that I am in denial.

My mind does not want to wrap around the notion of adulthood and having to find a real job other than the summer camp where I have worked for the past five years. I don't want to think about taxes, social security, health insurance, and paying bills.

It's strange to walk around campus and realize that we are the oldest students here. I keep thinking that I might look up and see students from last year's graduating class, but then I remember that our class has moved into their former dorm rooms. We have essentially filled their past roles as Assumption students.

We are the new leaders of Assumption College. The freshmen are now looking to us, just as we once looked to the seniors in our first year. We are their example for how to act for the next four years of their journey.

I suppose this seems like a mourning of senior year and our years here at Assumption. On the contrary, this is a celebration of our final year. This is the time to do all of the things that you always said you would do. Go the places that you've always wanted to go. Sure, these will be two semesters of "last times," but we all know that. That is our motivation to make this the best of the four years.

I challenge the senior class to make the finest memories that they can this time around. There are only one-hundred-and-some-odd days left to have the time of our lives. What more incentive is there to make each day greater than the one before?

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