Summer’s totes over

In one week I begin my senior year of college.

I basically said “peace out” to the place I always knew as home. Now that I’ve travelled a state over for a few years, I know that mindset is fleeting. I miss the salt water and the friendly faces. I have no idea where I’ll end up post graduation, but I owe my confidence and determination to succeed to the university I love.

Baton Rouge has its perks. LSU has always felt like more of a home base to me than the city it is surrounded by though. Don’t get me wrong…I’m comfortable in many ways with the Red Stick. I’ve met some incredible lifelong friends, and I plan to visit each fall for a few games.

Knowing that senior year will most likely fly by more quickly than the previous three scares me but it also makes me appreciate the opportunities I’ve been given (some I’ve outright taken). LSU is a place that holds a lot of memories for me. I have learned more about myself in the short time I’ve walked through those inspiring halls than I could have ever anticipated.

Senior year holds an abundance of decisions that have to be made prior to accepting my diploma and walking across the stage. Am I worried? Hell yeah. Will I fail? Most likely. Will the fact that I’m worried I might fail stop me? Absolutely not.

I do know one thing: wherever I end up along the road and whatever I become will always reflect the education I have received and the experiences I’ve gained as a Tiger. I have no regrets in my decision to enroll at LSU and I know that when someone asks where I graduated from, I’ll swell with pride.

Geaux Tigers and geaux future.

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Thank goodness for nostalgia

This might get sappy. 

I was fortunate enought to have an epiphany in 2009 at the ripe age of 17. I had no idea who I was or what I wanted out of life. I was self-conscious, a little awkward and second guessed most things that came out of my mouth. I applied for several camps to attend–mainly leadership based–during the summer of 2009.

I was selected as an alternate for The Mississippi Governor’s School two weeks or so before the session began. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew that three weeks out of the summer before my senior year was a lot to sacrifice. Little did I know the impact those short three weeks would have on my happiness, my character and my aspirations.

Here’s a brief timeline of my MGS tenure:

  • 2009 – I was selected as a scholar
  • 2010 – I was selected as a Resident Assistant in Training
  • 2011 – I was selected as a Resident Assistant for my very own wing of amazing ladies!
  • 2012 – I was selected as the MGS intern and as a Leadership Facilitator

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Through my various experiences and roles within this program, I realized a few things. Hence, my cardinal rules of MGS:

  1. You have to take chances…if you’re comfortable all of the time, you’re not doing life right 
  2. There will be tears-happy ones, sad ones, angry ones, ones of self-doubt
  3. Summer camp will always be a romantic setting, and you will fall in love
  4. The people who devote a few weeks out of their life to something as special as this program are some of the greatest people on earth
  5. You will meet your best friends (who you WILL stay in touch with) because of this program
  6. Leadership is about so much more than taking personality tests and facilitating icebreakers; I learned this through experiences with people who were 4 years younger than me
  7. Lessons will be learned that cannot be expressed through mere words, so I won’t even attempt to do so
  8. Columbus, Mississippi is one of the hottest places on earth
  9. Laugh with everyone you can, even if you get flustered and tired
  10. Express exactly how you feel exactly when you feel it

Gov School granted me confidence in so many ways. I can’t express enough accolades for the program nor can I affirm the people I have met through it enough. I have met my best friends, my mentors, and built a support system because of MGS. I hope the scholars of 2013 leave with the same experience.