Within a single week, I have become an alum of virtually every activity I formerly participated in. University of Arkansas alum. Kappa Kappa Gamma alum. Razorback Diamond Doll alum. You get the picture.
I don't think it really has hit me that I am officially through with college. I suppose that it is because I will be starting grad school in July. But nonetheless, I will never trek across campus to Kimpel at 8:00am only to give it all that I have to keep my eyes open during Dr. Pritchett's Monuments of Spanish Literature class with the lights off and the projector on. The thought of never returning to Kimpel probably shouldn't make me sad, but it kind of does.
Speaking of things being sad... Let's just talk for a second about my graduation ceremony. Picture this: 8th to last person to graduate among the 1,000 graduating seniors in the Fulbright College of Arts and Sciences... 3 hours into the ceremony, my name was called... incorrectly pronounced, obviously. I didn't expect them to get it right even though I had written out the phonetic pronunciation and, supposedly, an educated person was to read it aloud. I was correct in my assumptions, but sadly, this person chose to ignore my phonetic pronunciation and just go with what she thought sounded best. Well, "Jo Hannah" did not sound best. But thanks anyways.
Shortly before this picture was taken, my mom suggested that I borrow someone's chords for the picture. Then, my sister suggested that I just pin my GPA to the back of my robe so that everyone would know that I'm not just your average student.
Amid all of this change, I have only managed to cry once. I cried my way out of my empty room at the Kappa house. As I picked up my last bag and walked out of my room, I began to hum "Turn Turn Turn" by The Byrds and inevitably burst into tears. "A time to laugh. A time to cry." And that, my friends, was a time to cry.
My final moments as a Diamond Doll were not quite as sentimental. My mom and brother were so great to drive up from Little Rock for Senior Night at Baum Stadium. Little did I know that Jay Sawatski being my brother would be a bigger deal than me serving 4 years as a Diamond Doll. I walked onto the field as they announced "Jo Hannah" Sawatski (really, people?) and my plans for the future. Next, the announcer noted that I was accompanied by my "mother and brother, former Razorback baseball player, Jay Sawatski"... And the crowd went wild... WILD, I say... Talk about stealing a sister's thunder. But hey, I'm just glad they got his name right.
Now that school is over and I don't have baseball games or Kappa activities to keep me busy, I find myself alone in my house wondering... what do I do now? I have spent most of the day (which I believe to be Monday, but am not entirely sure) running errands, painting furniture, catching up on all of my TV shows, sifting through and listening to my dad's record collection, and everything else I said that I would do this semester but never had time to do. Let me just say that Simon and Garfunkel The Concert at Central Park has seriously brightened my day, my summer, and my life.
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