Last night, I had a dream that my Fulbright Grant was approved and I was hours away from boarding a plane to Bosnia. I was teary as I hugged family and friends, nervous about the life that awaited me. I woke up with a start, disappointed only to realize that I was still stuck in this snowy state. But it got me thinking.
There are some major changes coming my way. A possible trans-Atlantic move or a relocation to New York or DC looms on the horizon. Add a graduation to the pile, and my life is full of transitions.
But I have this fear. Until today, I thought it was a fear of actually going away from home for longer than two months. However, seeing the world and living elsewhere has always been a life-long dream; I am not afraid to see and experience things.
This afternoon, in the hallway, I saw a professor I've worked with in the past. We chatted for a few minutes and before he left, he asked when I was graduating. I replied, but It was his response that really got me and revealed the root of my fear. "Wow," he said, "
be sure to stay in touch." And that's when it me. I'm leaving my professors, these classrooms and the books. In a way, it seems that my identity as a student was leaving me as well. But is that really true?
Being a student is my identity, it's who I am. Writing research papers, conducting statistical analysis, critiquing papers and debating with my colleagues is what I do best. It's an identity I have developed over the last four years and one that I am reluctant to give up. But I'm realizing that my identity as a student really won't change on April 29, 2012. The classrooms will. I won't have the same professors. My classmates won't consist of the same individuals. But the learning never stops. The books I have read and the relationships I have established thus far only enable me to be a better student in the future.
So I say, bring it on. There's nothing bittersweet about graduating, only the happy thoughts of a limitless classroom at my doorstep.
(Oh, and I can't wait to reread this someday, when I'm forty and grading a stack of papers. I only hope I'll have the same optimism and enthusiasm for life.)