05/14/2020
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Today’s Senior Reflection post is brought to you by Morgan Robinson:⠀
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I’ll try to make this as short and sweet as I can, but if you know me, you know that I am full of words, most of them anxious to escape. In the most succinct way we can sum all these words up: I am a graduate. Seeing the words, nonetheless saying it, feels absolutely surreal. All of the pain, tears, bliss, and joy of the past 4 years has amounted to this fateful moment, and I couldn’t be happier. But at the same time, I can’t help but grieve the lost memories of what would have and should have been. So instead, I’m comforted by the memories of what and who Georgetown was for me. ⠀
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My Georgetown experience is coupled up in the words resiliency & growth, both of which I’ve ebbed and flowed between recognizing but, for the most part, have stuck with me. I’m not the same Morgan as when I walked onto campus nearly 4 years ago, and that’s the way I want it. Someone once told me “Morgan, Georgetown is better because you were here,” so I’m leaning into that statement. And it’s acknowledging that wayback when during college decisions, coming to Georgetown was because this place needed me, not the other way around. So at the end of the day, or the end of college I should poetically say, I cherish the relationships that will continue with me and the sheer pride of achieving such a feat. Like Ms. Angelou said, I did Georgetown with a whole lot of passion, compassion, humor, and you best believe, with my own style.⠀
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If you need me, I’ll be strutting across my imaginary stage on Healy Lawn. But all jokes aside, it feels great to be a graduate, y’all. Hoya Saxa.