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The end of an era

May 21, 2012   

Finals ended Friday, May 11. The next day most of my close friends left for home. I had to stick around for the following week to be trained as an Adirondack Adventure leader. Around noon on Saturday my roommate took off. I was sad to see him go, but I didn’t anticipate how hard it would be to come back to a half empty room.

Returning to my dorm and seeing his side of the room stripped of posters, books, dirty clothes, and his unique collection of useless trinkets and paraphernalia was a bit heartbreaking. I became very nostalgic about all the time I had spent with my friends in that room. It didn’t seem right that it should now be completely bare on one side. The lack of my roommate’s things bothered me, but not as much as the lack of the one thing I always looked forward to seeing when I got back there—him.

The end of the semester always feels like the end of an era. I suppose it is the end of an era in a way, but it’s not like I’ll never see my friends again. I’m sure I’ll meet up with some of them over the summer, and then the rest will be knocking on my door three months down the road. But there’s a particular irrational sadness that comes from the whole process of moving out, saying goodbye, and driving away. Except this year I wasn’t the one moving out and driving away. I was just the one saying goodbye to each of my friends as they took off for the summer. I still had another week before I could go home.

Needless to say, I was feeling a little sorry for myself on Saturday afternoon. I missed my friends, I wanted to go home, and I didn’t know what to expect for the Adirondack Adventure training. But then I ended up having one of the best weeks of my college career.

Training was a blast; it was a week of camping, canoeing, games, learning, and bonding. All the other new and old leaders that came to training are such great people. A few I already knew really well, some I kind of new, and the rest I had never met before. But after the first couple days, none of that mattered; I felt close with all of them.

Training was certainly challenging at points, but having the opportunity to bond with a large group of dynamic, outgoing, entertaining, spunky, and genuinely nice people made it such a rewarding experience. It’s usually hard to notice yourself maturing, but over that week I could actually feel myself growing and abandoning a lot of my immaturities (and embracing some—that’s where the games come in).

Now training is over, I’m back at my house writing this entry with a very warm cat curled up on my lap. I miss Hamilton and the people that make it the only other place I feel comfortable calling ‘home.’ I’m looking forward to the summer, and all the adventures and good times it will bring; but I can’t wait until that day in August when I come back to campus early for Adirondack Adventure and hopefully get the chance to meet some of you guys.

For those of you who will be coming to Hamilton in the fall, get stoked. This place will change your life.