Goodbye Undergrad.


Three years ago today, I officially made the decision that I would be transferring colleges halfway through my freshman year in order to attend Emerson College. It was a scary, hectic, last-minute decision, but it was the best choice I ever made for myself.

Today, exactly three years later, I walked out of my last ever Emerson class and finished my undergraduate career.

Looking back on it, I could never have imagined the things I would accomplish in my few short years of college. I have switched schools, then switched majors. I have worked in radio, been on the radio, and worked backstage at concerts. I have moved to LA and worked in fashion. I have constantly surprised myself in what I was able to do.

I have laughed, and laughed, and laughed. I have been to (and thrown) more cheesy themed parties than I can count, and I have danced around apartments at 2am to 80s music after everyone left the party. I have had weekly “family dinners” and really felt like I had a family away from home.

I have learned and grown because of my professors and my peers, who I still feel that I ┬áhave so much to learn from, and I believe I am a better person for all of it. I’m still the same person as the 18 year old who first moved into Little Building in January 2014, except I am now more confident, more informed and ┬áready to take on the world (I think).

To my friends: I love you, and thank you. It is a safe feeling knowing I will have you in my life, always. To my family: I love you and thank you for helping me navigate life when I have to make big decisions, and always supporting me as I do.

I’m not exactly sure what’s next, but I know I’m so grateful for these past few years. Tomorrow, I leave the Emerson Los Angeles campus and fly back home, and while I’m a little sad and slightly nostalgic for these years that seem to have passed in the blink of an eye, I am so, so ready for whatever it is that comes next.