I walked into BU’s School of Education this morning to find myself faced by a countdown: 54 days until graduation! it proclaimed.
Now, I’m a junior, so the countdown doesn’t apply to me. I’ve got about a year and 54 days until graduation. However, in the grand scheme of things, that really isn’t all that long. I’ve already completed five semesters here, but sometimes I still feel like I moved into my freshman dorm just yesterday. How is it possible that, in just a few short weeks, I’ll be completing my third year of college?
I have learned many things in the past few years, and I’ve grown in ways I never expected. It feels odd to compare the person I was at my high school graduation and the person I am now. I find that both the things that have changed and the things that have remained the same pose a striking question: how did I end up where I am?
In The Lord of the Rings, Samwise Gamgee says:
“And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known more about it before we started. But I suppose it’s often that way. The brave things in the old tales and songs, adventures, as I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.”
I do not know what kind of tale my life is, and I’ve no idea what the ending may be, but much like Bilbo and Frodo, I want to record my experiences. Perhaps it will turn out to be a rather unexpected journey in the end.