Farewell, old Hop
How to I even begin to write my final blog entry?
It’s very bizarre. I’ve walked across the stage at my graduation, I’ve grasped that medallion for my Woodrow Wilson fellowship which I haven’t shut up about since sophomore year, and I’ve finally gotten a job offer for my post-graduation, actually-entering-the-real-world, not-getting-paid-by-the-hour job. Yet- writing my last “Musings” entry? Not having weekly snide comments from Daniel about how untimely my posting has gotten? Wow- college life has officially left the building.
There are so many things to talk about, so many places I could start, and all I can think about are my student loans. Probably because today, my Dad and I sat down with the 5 folders of paperwork that have amassed over the years and started calculating real numbers. How much per month am I going to be shelling out to start paying these puppies back? What percentage of my salary is that going to be? Can I consolidate the 3 PLUS loans I have? Is the interest rate variable? Oh, and also, I have to finish that online exit counseling for those Direct Loans I took out. I’m going through a crash course in “loan lingo”.
As I sat there budgeting out how much I was going to be taking home per month and how much of it was going towards my loans, it was kind of nuts. More than ¼ of my salary is going towards loan payments. Yet the one thing which I knew from the bottom of my heart and which was going through my mind during this entire process:
It was SO, SO worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Hopkins has given me so much. I can’t even begin to explain it. It’s opened my eyes to a world of acting which I never would have known had the Barnstormers not been so welcoming at the Freshman One Act auditions. It put a world of research opportunities at my feet and gave me $10,000 to pursue whatever I wanted to do. It surrounded me with world-class musicians and opened up incredible musicology classes at Peabody so my musical side never felt neglected. It has the best library I’ve ever known.
But most of all, it gave me such wonderful friends. Maggie, Liz-Ann, and so many other Wilson House friends who piled 15 strong into our double in the AMRs during freshman year to watch The O.C. en masse. Sarah and JT, who jumped into the car with me between the hours of 10:30 pm and 6 am to take an impromptu trip to Philadelphia in order for me to visit that guy I had a crush on. My friend Liz who snuck into the back of the Swirnow Theater with me (and my friend Margaret, in the cast, who let us in) to see the fall mainstage production of “Six Degrees of Separation” when the producer told us it was sold out and we couldn’t see the show because we constituted a “fire hazard”. Maura, who hosted me in her home in Cleveland when I spontaneously qualified for the College Jeopardy auditions in the middle of the summer. Umi, who always pulled all-nighters with me to study for our chem tests- and then always invited me to the AllNighters parties (not in the same evening). Sahar, Bev, and Anu, who slept on a lab floor with me in order to wish Dr. Hendry a Happy Birthday. Max, who always came up with the best lingo and abbreviations to describe everything Hopkins (Stu-Lou, Mega, Libs).
While I sit here and reminisce (a la our awkward senior class president’s Commencement speech) I know my connection to Hopkins isn’t over. I’ll be back 4 times a year for Trustee meetings. I still have access to an incredible pre-professional advising office when I decide to apply to those MD/PhD programs. And without Hopkins, I wouldn’t have the fabulous job offer I have- working for a Hopkins alum at a marketing firm in San Francisco. He was only hiring Hopkins grads. How awesome is that?
Hopkins has taught me so much. This place has showed me just how tough I can be. I learned I can handle 19 credits, direct a play, perform with the Wind Ensemble, prepare for a research presentation, work in the Admissions office, and still have time to write a blog. I’ve learned that studying for a test doesn’t mean cramming 2 nights before- it means cramming 9 nights before. I’ve learned that 24-hour Subways are quite the blessing, and that 24-hour libraries during finals are even more so. I’ve learned that it’s more important to be well-rested for a test than to take those last 6 hours attempting to cram and in actuality spending 3 of them on Facebook. Most importantly, I’ve learned that time spent with your friends is just as valuable as time spent with your notes- and that’s the most important lesson of all.
I’m going to miss you, Hopkins. I’m going to miss running around doing 12 things at once. I’m going to miss theater rehearsals that go until 2 am. I’m going to miss my pre-library mocha from Café Q which I get out of habit instead of actual caffeine need. When I get home from my job and don’t have a pile of homework, I’m probably not going to know exactly what to do with myself. I guess that’s what they call “growing up”. Hopkins has probably prepared me for that, too.
So long, alma mater, and thanks for the fabulous ride.
Sincerely,
Michelle



























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