Breaking up with Athens
I started reading this in Spanish class and had to stop because I started crying. Ugh. I’m going to miss this place with my whole heart.
The moment you realize you’re graduating and leaving Athens will hit you like a brick wall. It might be while you’re revising your résumé for the 500th time, reading the letter your little wrote you for senior week, or maybe even when you’re standing in the C.I., hugging someone you might never see again. The harsh reality of the impending real world hits everyone at different times, but you will remember the day it happens.
I remember the exact moment when it finally hit me that the “g-word” was inevitable. It was a Tuesday night, a few weeks before graduation. Anyone reading this who was not an OU student at one time will most likely judge me for the day of the week, but hey, I didn’t have class on Wednesdays.
On this particular night, we were…
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