Krissa Smith, senior, print journalism major
Column
In 15 days I will walk across the stage, fulfilling my life-long dream of graduating with a bachelor of arts degree in journalism. A 25-second walk in an oversized cloak and square hat with a white tassel and only a little piece of paper to show for it will conclude 960 days, 53 classes and more than 400 tests, papers and projects.
But it doesn’t matter if the paper becomes dusty and forgotten: it signals the end of a busy four years and represents a penniless start to a new life (i.e., no longer am I a poor college student, I am now a poor college graduate).
But aside from having no money, the paper reminds me of the opportunities and activities I’ve experienced and the lessons I’ve learned (and trust me, there’ve been many). My classes and extracurricular activities have taught me to resolve room conflicts, handle work-related relationships, lead meetings and present my thoughts and ideas in small group meetings.
But more importantly, the last eight semesters have taught me to love people—including roommates and chapel buddies—with a love that does not flow from the inner goodness of my heart. In fact, while I appear friendly and oh-so-sweet, in the deep crevices of my mind I may actually be tempted to short-sheet your bed or duct tape your mouth. Then I remember Someone who loves me every time I talk too much, every time I leave my friend waiting in the dining common because I forgot to come to lunch, every time I cancel a date because I remember I have a meeting, every time I don’t answer the phone because I’m not in the mood to talk, and yeah, the unthinkable—Someone Who loves me when I’m just plain unlovable. Such unconditional love reminds me that life isn’t about me. It’s about a God Who showed His love by sending His Son to die for me.
And now, as an almost-graduate, I can’t end this column without a few last words and a bit of advice.
To the student body: Thank you for an amazing two semesters as your editor. I have treasured the moments working on the paper and hope it has provided you with news, some “fyi” tips, and a laugh now and then.
To the Collegian staff: I love you guys and couldn’t have done this year without you. Collegian will be one of my favorite memories when I look back to my college years…especially as I remember the pink ball from Chuck E. Cheese’s, the “cuties” and the quotes on the board.
To my roommates, past and present: Thanks for the lessons you have taught me and for your patience when I was tired and stressed. Stay strong in your devotions and your commitment to the Lord.
To my society: Thanks for the opportunity to be your chaplain and your president. I love each one of you and am thankful for the strong support you showed me when I went through hard times.
To underclassmen: Get involved. While graduating with a 4.0 is impressive and does hint at hard work and intelligence, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re well-rounded or that you know how to act in a social environment.
To upperclassmen: Enjoy college because it goes by fast. Yup, you knew that advice was coming. Every graduate I know has said that because it’s true—you may never again have the opportunity to live with this many young Christian adults and to learn about God from so many different people.
To fellow seniors, I say congratulations. We did it. I join you as we confidently walk from these “hallowed halls” across the stage to shake hands with Dr. Jones, accept that little piece of paper and begin a new life. Enjoy your graduated status, and wherever you go and whatever you do, go and do with God.
