Dear graduating seniors,
I wanted to drop you all a quick note to congratulate you on your exceptional accomplishments. You have all done very well and I’m proud of you. Forgive me if I get a little too sentimental here. I just have a lot of feelings.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately on our time together… reflecting on some of the highlights. Classes we’ve had together, bowling with the student orgs, how on Wednesdays we wear pink, and other grool moments. I think my favorite was the research methods poster session, though. I always thought it was so fetch and was impressed by your hard work, your dedication, and your thoughtfulness. You may think there’s a limit to how impressed I was… but the limit does not exist. I realize some of you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did and some even wanted to leave early. I remember thinking, “I will keep you here till 4:00 if I have to.”
I wish I had been able to get to know you all a little better. I have about 60 advisees (I can’t help it that I’m popular) and that makes it difficult to get to know students as well as I would like. Plus, sometimes students just aren’t interested in getting to know me. I can tell these things. I’m kind of psychic. I have a 5th sense. It’s like I have ESPN or something. What’s just as bad, though, is that sometimes my advisees can be a little long-winded. I remember one meeting I had with a student where she went on and on, telling story after story like how she’s totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Streudels and how one time she met John Stamos on a plane (and he told her she was pretty). Anyway, I found out after about 30 minutes that she doesn’t even go here!
I realize I’m rambling a bit so let me just conclude with this. As you embark on your next adventure, some of you may feel overwhelmed about what’s ahead. You may think, yeah, I can’t do this. You’re gonna be havin’ a lot of urges. You may wish to get back to the way things were. You may even wish that you could bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles and we’d all eat and be happy. Just don’t do it. Promise?
Math Enthusiast/Bad Ass M.C.
PS. I should probably stop trying to make fetch happen. It’s not going to happen.