Dear Long Hair,

I'm sorry I cut you off on my birthday.
I thought it was a good idea at the time,
Your ends were dying and I had no other choice.
I thought it would bring a sense of celebration to my otherwise mundane, annual day of birth.
However, I miss you.
Sorry that the stupid hair lady cut you a little too short.
See you in a couple of months I hope. Come back soon, please.

Sincerely,
Me

euphoric.

Today, I walked out from my last final of my undergraduate career.
As I walked, I waved my arms in the air clumsily, clicked my heels, almost started crying, and had a 5-year old-esque smile on my face that has yet to go away.
It reminded me of when I was walking out of elementary school, ten years ago. I could not stop smiling. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. That's exactly how it felt. I felt like a giddy little kid.

So, here's to 4 long years (but it went by so fast) of

millions of memories. tears. laughter. parties. studying in the Hub with Emily. Chik-Fil-A. Hershey Med. 306.Intervention. regrets and mistakes. accomplishments. exams. ATI nonsense. Thon. dorm life. skipping class a lot. Taco Bell. sheetz (never thought i'd love a gas stations os much). countless clinicals at 6am and lack of sleep. countless naps to make up for the lack of sleep. old people, babies, moms, sick people, IVs, med calc, dreading taking a blood pressure, nightmares about med-surg, psych wards, having no idea what i was doing,

patients i fell in love with and will never ever forget.

love. heartbreak. a rollercoaster. stress.

But, it sure was one heck of a good time.


It's been real, Penn State.
PEACE OUT.