As I sit here looking forward, excited for more time with family and less time with class work, I reflect back on the last 2 1/2 years. While some assignments were daunting, some classes a waste of time, and some administrative changes a violation of rights; I know that all those experiences will soon be forgotten. Thoughts of the challenges associated with coursework will be replaced with the memories evenings talking, laughing, giving and receiving encouragement, and celebrating with other members of the cohort. You'd be hard-pressed to find a member of the class who will not admit to learning more from the "students" than the course itself.
I reflect back on all the great times. I'll miss evenings in Keyser, old women referring to our group in a derogatory manner, cohort members coming out of the bathroom with ice, and conversations at the Mountaineer. I'll miss the nights in Morgantown, at Genes, giant burritos nearly every Friday evening, and crashing at Megan's house.
For all those nights, all the emails, and all the conversations I thank you cohort; friends. I'm actually saddened that the coursework has come to an end because I know that I will sorely miss you. Thank you, all of you, for your words, your actions, your help, your smiles, and your time.
"May God bless and keep you always, may your wishes all come true, may you always do for others and let others do for you."
-Bob Dylan, Forever Young
Now Boehke . . . this is only the beginning. While it is great to reflect back on the past days in Keyser and Morgantown, I know there will be many more to come. Megan - better get used to us, cause I plan on trekking to South Park several times a semester :)
ReplyDeleteFrom all of the Boehkeism's, a night with Dr. Steve, sleeping Monohan, Crazy _____________ - you know, and Diane's magic tricks, I've never laughed so hard in my life.