Leila and I just biked through the College. The First Day of Classes has dawned in the traditional haze of fog and heat and people being on time, for the last time. I saw a mother giving final instructions to her son who was wearing a backpack, and at least 20 years old. Note to self: Do not be that mother. Go home. Stay there.
A friend wrote me requesting advice for Senior Year in college.
Look. Don’t ask the mother of three, currently defrosting chicken, for advice on senior year because it will inevitably involve one word exhortations: ENJOY! EXPERIENCE! LIVE! DANCE! TRAVEL! DANCE! TRAVEL!
Then I thought about it for another minute and actually remembered senior year. Filled with dance and travel, and tears and anxiety and confused awe at those Business School Majors heading to job fairs in fancy suits. Wait a minute? That’s why we’ve been in this place for four years? To get a job at the end of it? Well if someone had just told me that…
So here’s my advice for Senior Year, in whatever form we all may be experiencing it:
Dear Seniors –
Live. Laugh.Dance. Travel. Learn. Love. Eat cheese fries like no one’s judging.
Leave a legacy. Otherwise, you just leave.
If this is all you need to hear, great. I’ll see you at graduation, (or someday after because who has 17 hours on a Sunday in May?)
But some of you might need to hear this as well:
For most of you, life up to this point was school followed by more school. But, over the next few months, people with whom who you have shared life and meals and endless hours of non-productivity will begin making different decisions for the future. And if you’re anywhere near normal, you will be very tempted to feel very insecure.
But hear me now. Don’t waste your dancing time comparing. Life only gets more varied. People you love spread out farther away, going in different directions, taking separate paths. You choose whether to be threatened or to celebrate. Each and every time.
In John 21, Jesus reinstates Peter, asking him to feed his sheep. He then talks about the kind of death Peter will face, only to have Peter point to John and ask, “Well what about him?” There’s no mention of eye rolling in the Bible, but if that was a 1st century Greek expression, I think we’d find Jesus doing it here. Instead he responds with the ultimate checkmate in the comparison game “…what is that to you? You must follow me.”
It’s been my most favorite part of the whole Bible for about seventeen years. I wonder why?
One of my dearest friends, I met exactly six years ago. We had both just moved to Williamsburg. We both had crawling babies. We both had resigned from our jobs in June to stay home, an expression I’ve always found lacking, especially because we never wanted to be home. So we’ve spent the last six years at each others houses and all over this town with a cluster of blonde and almost blonde kids in tow.
She’s gone back to teaching this month and I couldn’t be more proud or excited for her and the students in that fifth grade class. I’m also wildly jealous of them and am hoping for a Fifth Grade Puerto Rican Pride Day so I can be a featured guest.
But she’s gone back to work. I haven’t. Life is changing. We’re both where we’re supposed to be.
The truth about Senior Year, friends, is these parts never end.
When tempted to compare, celebrate – always, always. (And dance, travel…)
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