1,461 days, 208 weeks, 48 months or more simply said as four years. That is about the amount of time the average undergraduate spends completing their bachelor’s degree. It is also close to the amount of time a majority of the 2012 senior class spent at Wilson. Some of us may be staying a bit longer or may even wrap up sooner than anticipated.
I set out on adventure in August or 2008, not exactly knowing what to expect. I came in with plans that changed with each passing day and I grew as a friend, student and human being. As scary as I thought midterms and final exams were, I am beginning to realize that graduation is the most frightening portion of my college experiences.
The realm of supportive and understanding professors who will do anything to help me succeed, will cease to exist. Instead I will be facing the harsh and very competitive reality of the working world. I will not be receiving grades on my work assignments, I’ll be receiving praise or criticism and at times a mixture of both. My success and potential will become my new form of tuition as I fight to get and keep a profitable job that displays my skills and offers room for growth. Essentially, I am leaving the jungle gym and jumping right into the Amazon.
As intimidating as it is, I feel that my professors and time at Wilson has prepared me for what lays just beyond campus. I have been pushed to what I believe to be my limits and beyond, but it turns out that I am capable of much than I originally thought.
While Wilson is an expensive choice, I have found that I have been given 110 percent from my professors, which is more than I believe most students get at larger universities. Here professors become more than just teachers, they become mentors and role models. Despite coming across as "tough," all they ever really want from a student is their absolute best – no matter what that means.
I have learned a lot during my time here, from what it means to be a good friend, a hard worker and that in the end, sacrificing a bit of my social life will pay off in the long run. I know what I want in my life and, generally speaking, I have a pretty good idea of what how to get to where I want to be. I may stumble and make some wrong turns along the way, but that’s part of life. I am not afraid to mess up, because then I at least know I am trying to succeed.
Wilson became a home away from home for all of us, whether we liked it or not. The main green became our back yard, the dining hall became our kitchen and when that was closed, Sheetz became the prime destination for a midnight snack.
There is a lot that I will miss about this quiet campus, like living with my best friend and not having to feel guilty about not making my bed every morning. But I am ready to set out on a new adventure, taking all the lessons I have learned at Wilson with me.