My Last Blog Post
Blogger: Laurel Cox
I can’t believe it’s already that time of year again. There are only a couple of weeks left in the semester, and for me only a couple of weeks left to be an undergrad. It is so strange and surreal; I’ve been a student for the past 17 years, and now all of a sudden I won’t be one anymore. Everything I do has a bittersweet tinge to it as a series of “lasts” unfold before me. My last Dance Production, my last MOFA, my last SpringFest. Rather than be sad about everything ending, though, I’m trying to be in the moment and focus on how much I’ve enjoyed my time here. Dance Pro ended a couple of weeks ago; I’ve participated every year (except the semester I was abroad), so when it ended, it really hit home that yes, I actually am graduating. At the end of the show each year, all the seniors and choreographers come onstage to do a dance, and being a part of that was something I’d imagined for four years. Imagining and doing are very different, obviously, but I think it isn’t until the moment has passed that you can truly reflect on what it means.
I also mentioned my last MOFA, and I’m sure you’re wondering what-in-the-wombat that could be. MOFA stands for “Music on Friday Afternoon”, and it’s a program the music department sponsors every year. MOFAs are a series of afternoon performances that feature students and their work from that semester from applied music lessons. I’ve been taking piano with Junko Garrett for the past two and a half years, so I’ve done a couple of MOFAs. You typically only do one each semester, so I performed last Friday with a piece near and dear to my heart, A Legend of Zelda Piano Medley. I get really nervous when I perform, which is normal I suppose, so it’s good for me to get used to playing in front of people. I made a couple of mistakes, but it’s all a part of the learning process.
I think the most difficult thing about being second semester senior (other than battling senioritis) is balancing the cumbersome task of figuring out your postgrad life, doing your classwork, and making the most of your last months in school. Even if I stay in LA after I graduate, being here with this fantastic, thriving, unique group of people is something that can’t be replicated. Its beauty lies in its ephemeral nature. You want to hold on a as tightly as possible to these people who’ve become like your second family, to this place which is like a second home, and these memories which are coming at you at the speed of light. Blink and you might miss it.
It seems like just yesterday I was a freshman moving into Stewie, meeting my roommate, getting my key, being both excited and scared. I remember looking at the seniors and thinking how mature and put together they were, how grown up they seemed. I wonder if I look the same way to freshman now, which seems silly because I’m just me, you know? But at the same time, upperclassmen were like a shiny beacon of hope, they were my role models; they made it through the tough times and the good times, so surely I can do it, too. And you know what? I did it. And so can you.
This may very well be my last post on this blog. I’ve been writing since I was a freshman, and it’s been a constant in my life. Looking though my old posts, it’s like reading an old diary, or looking at a collage of highlights of my time at Oxy. I’ve really enjoyed sharing my life with all of you. Thanks for coming along for the ride.
Usually I post a funny video, but this time I’ll link a more serious one. It’s a video to 30 seconds to Mars’ “City of Angels”, and while the song is about Los Angeles in general, the sentiment it captures reminds me of my time in collage. Also, since Oxy is in LA (in case you weren’t aware), my feelings for LA are deeply intertwined with my feelings for Oxy. It’s been fun, so I leave you with this. Thank you!
Ok, just kidding, I have to link a funny video as well, for old time’s sake. Here you go!