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THE GANNON KNIGHT

The Student News Site of Gannon University since 1947

THE GANNON KNIGHT

The Student News Site of Gannon University since 1947

THE GANNON KNIGHT

Saying goodbye to Gannon

I had thoughts about how college was going to end for me. I also thought I had two more months to worry about – and just two was stressful enough.
But that’s not how things worked out.
I have a week to say goodbye to everyone I’ve come to know and love here, at Gannon University.
I don’t even get to say goodbye to everyone either, because some people have already left.
I’ve had so many lasts that I wasn’t prepared for or ready to face yet.
I had my last college class, and I didn’t even realize that it would be my last physical lecture.
I had my last normal day of classes, used my last meal swipe and one hundred more things I didn’t even think about until they were over.
Two months isn’t a long time, but it’s a lot longer than a week.
With the contents of an email, my life felt like it was flipped upside and entered a freefall.
I’m not saying I disagree with Gannon’s choices; I understand them. That doesn’t change the stress, terror and overall sadness I am experiencing.
Everything feels very final.
Although I am technically still a student and am without my diploma, I am, basically, at the end of my college career.
Even if I stay on campus — which I am still figuring out if I am — things will be different. Nothing will be the same.
I’m not sure yet, either, if I will be staying on campus or returning to Buffalo. Neither seems like a great option.
Campus will be drastically different, but when I go home, I lose a lot of the freedoms I have become accustomed to since I first went away to college.
I have no idea how some people have left with what seems like ease. On Friday, by 4:30 p.m., I already saw people moving out.
When it’s my time to leave Gannon, whether that be now or in May, I will do so in great sadness.
I have grown so much during the four years I have spent here. I don’t know who I would be if I hadn’t gone here.
I am facing my final days here, and I feel dreadfully unprepared. I am unprepared. I haven’t found a job yet and my available start date has drastically changed.
I’ll be going from a busy schedule to an almost empty one.
The future is a mystery, and it’s a mystery that kills me.
I may be horribly underprepared, but that doesn’t change things.
It’s all still happening. And on the bright side, I might even be able to start a position early — though I don’t know how much of a bright side that really is.
It’s going to be sad to say goodbye to everyone and pack up for the final time. When I do move out, I’m probably going to get some of those typical Gannon graduate photos.
I don’t know when I’ll be back to my home.
With everything feeling so close to the end, it’s tragic. And it’s time to say goodbye.
All I can think of is that one Green Day song, “Good Riddance (Time of Your Life).”
Even if the title sounds a little less than happy, it’s a bittersweet moment.

ALEXA ROGERS
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