I had my last class yesterday at USC. I’m already feeling a bit nostalgic—the California sun isn’t quite as overbearing now that I have to think about actual winters in my future, and I have already decided that I will proudly sport my free drawstring bag from Senior SCendoff in New York City (I’ll be that lone person with cardinal and gold upon my back in a sea of Columbia blue—not UCLA blue at least).
I am grateful to USC for these four years; despite my general moaning about tuition and bureaucracy, part of me recognized that no matter where I went, there would be a lot of money forked over for the diploma that will arrive in my Austin home in a few months, and bureaucracy is simply a fact of life.
USC—specifically Scribe and this blog—has given me the opportunity to explore and to have a voice, when I really have no credentials to comment on anything. I have been able to speak on domestic politics, food culture, and international politics, with not much else to my name other than soon-to-be-college-graduate.
Additionally, as a Scribe editor, I have been able to discuss writing, pop culture, and books with quite a few people (both editors and supervisors), who were just great people to hang out with, week after week.
I could have written this blog about how a French school sent a student home for having a skirt that is too long. Or maybe I could have written about Nepal’s humanitarian crisis. But for this last blog entry, I will withhold my probably uninformed opinion about world events and simply thank USC, USC Scribe, Scribe’s staff, and Nathalie and Norah, for a great opportunity these past two years. My time at USC wouldn’t have been nearly as great without our meetings and my blog, where I was able to put down my mess of thoughts on Microsoft Word, week after week.