I’ve never been any good at good-byes. I either obsess over making them perfect, or I avoid them completely in order to avoid the whole messy process. Neither are probably the most emotionally mature way to approach the situation, but I’m still figuring it out. This being my last post ever for the admission blog, I am tempted to write a heart-wrenching and eloquent farewell to Los Angeles, or something that will do justice to the time that I’ve spent at Oxy. But each time I try and form the words to do so, I can already feel myself melting into a puddle of raw feeling that historically hasn’t resulted in my best moments of coherence.
I can most succinctly describe my college experience as a series of rapid changes. Coming to Oxy, I was the farthest thing from self-aware....Read More