See Ya Never, 2020

March 12 was a weird day. I woke up to a phone call from my future supervisor offering me my top choice of an internship at UVA. I was going to grad school. Right then and there I decided I was going to UVA, and I immediately texted my family and got so excited. I even took a picture to announce what I was doing next. But something was off. The night before Rudy Gobert tested positive for coronavirus, and the NBA was put to a halt. The SEC basketball tournament abruptly stopped. My history class had been canceled because my professor was in Nashville to watch Alabama play, but he never got to see the Tide that day. My dad and I slowly began canceling our plans to go to Florida that weekend for our annual trip to Orlando/Clearwater. We were still told not to worry in class. “It’s not that big of a deal.” Quickly other SEC schools began extending their spring break, and we joked that Alabama would never cancel classes. We would be the National Champions of the Coronavirus. But that night Alabama made the call to extend spring break. We were told we’d be coming back, but it still felt like the end. 

On March 13, I cried. A lot. I cried right before I would give my last ever ambassador tour. I cried leaving my tour. I cried saying goodbye to the friends who hadn’t left yet. Most of them had left since it was about to be spring break. I cried eating my last meal at Theta, and I cried on my drive back to Georgia, not knowing when I would see Tuscaloosa again. I also cried during my extended spring break more times that I could count, falling into a depressive state. I knew my circumstances were a lot better than others. I had a home, food, and WiFi to do online school with both my parents and sister at home. But I couldn’t help but mourn the loss of my senior year. So much of my senior year had been focused on getting into grad school, and I kept telling myself that if I could get to Spring Break, I would have fun after. I would have fun at my last two date parties. Senior celebrations. Graduation. I had it all planned out, and suddenly, things I didn’t expect to be my lasts were. Finishing up your senior year from your childhood bedroom is weird. I spent my time completing my senior capstone for PR. (We won!) I conquered GBA 490 without getting to celebrate at Houndstooth for a shot. (If you know, you know...) And then I turned my tassels on my graduation cap once again in my childhood bedroom. I did get to officially move out of Theta a few days after what would have been my graduation date. I said goodbye with a Buffalo Phil’s picnic on the Quad with one of my littles, and the best roommate I could have asked for my senior year took my grad photos. Not the ending I expected, but a good one. 


My Graduate School Application Experience

I don't really know what the purpose of this post is except for me to write down my experience with grad school so I can look back on it. If anyone does happen to stumble upon this, I hope it can kind of explain the grad school process (particularly for a non-science field!) and what to expect. I applied for higher education and student affairs program, and I feel like when I was looking for information for applying to graduate school a lot of the information was for more academic/research based programs (probably because my program is more along the lines of a professional development program). I know my experience with applying to grad school was pretty different than one of my friends from high school who was applying to chemistry PhD programs because of the nature of the programs. 

For this specific post, I wanted to break it down month by month and share what I did to prepare for grad school applications and how I decided on where to apply/where to go and everything in between. 


4 Years Later...

I guess I don't really have to say this, but this is not how I thought I would finish my senior year. It's not how any senior thought they would finish their senior year. The last ~six~ weeks have been weird. I left school on March 12th, pretty much knowing that I wouldn't come back to school, but I stayed hopeful aka I left some stuff at Theta but brought most of it home. And it quickly went from bad to worse, and Alabama announced that we would be online for the rest of the semester and commencement would not go on as planned. I lost my last two dates parties. Research presentations. Graduation pictures. Senior chapter and senior celebrations. Honors Day. Graduation itself. *cue me crying every day of my extended spring break* I know that my senior year being cut short is not the end of the world, especially compared to people dealing with MUCH bigger issues, but it was hard because we got the notice we wouldn't be going back at all while we were on spring break. There was no last hurrah with all my friends, and there was no real time to say goodbye to Tuscaloosa. I did get to say some goodbyes but didn't get all of them. But it wouldn't be the end of the semester without my end of the semester blog post, and it wouldn't be the end of the year without a blog post. And I truly don't think I could leave the University of Alabama without reflecting on every aspect of these four years.


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