So, guess what? This is the last issue of Street for the semester. And, while that may good news for some (looking at you, victims of the RoundUp and presidents of Greek organizations), it’s a little more complicated for me.
On the one hand, I have made it through an entire semester doing a job that is incredibly challenging, time consuming and draining. I joke that I made it out alive—I didn’t wind up in therapy and I haven’t lost any friends—but it’s more than that. I did the hard part, I climbed to the top of the hill and I am proud.
On the other, I have one less semester left doing a job that is unbelievably rewarding, fun and stimulating. One semester down means one semester to go, and then my time at Street—the thing that has shaped my entire life at Penn—will be over. I’ve been so busy enjoying doing the thing that I love the most at this school that it’s halfway over and I am sad.
I hate when things end. I hate it because it means that I have to step away from a situation in which I’ve become comfortable, into one that I am not. I hate it because you can’t go back. I hate it because nothing will ever be the same.
I hate when things end, but this isn’t really the end. This is a pause. So I think, for today, I am going to focus on the first hand, rather than the second one. I am proud of myself, of my staff, of my friends, for getting through this semester. To each and every person who has been a part of my life this year: thank you for making this semester at Street—and this year—my best yet.
You all are everything to me, and I could not have done it without you.
