I survived Whitworth Graduation: Class 2006.
My vantage point: the stands. Nope, not with the people I started my freshman year with. Not with the history majors huddled together, hearing Dr. Mig put sound to everything they were feeling just by calling each name. Not with a cap and gown and bright future floating beside me. No words of wisdom directed my way.
Spec-ta-tor: n. a person who looks on at a show, game, incident, et.
Witness. Observer. Viewer. Onlooker.
I put my feelings away. Pushed them down, forced to swallow them--while they ate away my insides. Made it hard to breathe. Made it hard to be. Whitworth College. Class of 2006. Whitworth College Class of 2006.
I did it for Emily. It was her weekend...she made it through. She graduated. She deserves a celebration.
Do I wish I had stayed at Whitworth? Sometimes. But I don't think about that too much. I can't go back. And I couldn't do it then. At that time I wasn't strong enough to stay. And it had nothing to do with academics.
It was a brilliant education. Whitworth changed my life, for the better, for the worse. A lot of who I am today was shaped by my experiences through the years. Fantastic professers asking the hard questions, and listening to your answers. Waiting with you while you figured them out. Whitworth gave me a huge part of my foundation...which I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
I mesome amazing friends there, some of the most important people in my life....some of the most amazing conversations I've ever had, or will ever had, happened on that campus.
As the weekend came to a close, I counted my blessings....for the privledge to have gone to Whitworth.
And for the privledge to one day, maybe, walk across that stage.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
The Graduate
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3 comments:
This entry was very spooky Maverick, I didn't know whether to feel glad you even had the courage to face this place that holds such hope and fear for you, or feel sorry for what seemed to be longing of and alternate lifepath but as I said before I wouldn't even have the courage to write this kind of thing on my own Blog, whereas you seem to be steeped in courage...
Courage?? Seems foreign to me. Like nothing in my life stands for courageous. A facade. In life I feel I'm afraid of everything. Writing is the only way I can express some semblance of truth. Thanks tho...because now...I'm thinking about it. Courage? Regret? I would have gone with the ladder.
I hate to break it to you but I think you are much more couragous than you give yourself credit for! I love your writing it is raw with honesty and passion and you are obviously no dummy!
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