This morning, I could not believe I was leaving Cornell. This whole experience happened so quickly. Granted, I was homesick up until I returned home, but I still had an amazing time over the past four weeks and a part of me didn't want it to end.
|My RCA, Bella, & I|
At 7:30 AM I prepared for the rest of the day. My check-out was schedule for 8:50 AM and I had to get ready for graduation and vacuum my room before then. I packed up all of my belongings and checked my room over and over again to see if I was forgetting anything. I even attempted to do my makeup and once again... I failed. Anyways, I slipped on my dress, said farewells to my roommate and my room (I get emotionally attached to inanimate objects) and started off to the building where my class is.
As I've said, I was chosen to speak on behalf of my class to attendants of graduation. I started feeling a little nervous, but before long we were shuffling in to the auditorium to the tune of Pomp and Circumstances. After three other group speakers/presentations, it was my friend, Tasha and I's turn. I've attached a clip of our skit here rather than try to explain it to you:
|My wonderful professors & I|
|Cornell ice cream!|
|Lunch at the Statler Hotel|
|Alli & I after graduation|
At the airport I ran into my roommate and Alli. We all had the same flight to Philadelphia. Alli and I found out we actually had two flights together, the flight to Philadelphia and the flight to SFO. The plane ride was terrible--for me anyways. There was a lot of turbulence and it didn't help that the flight attendant looked scared to death. I figured her job was to keep us calm. She just made me paranoid.
We made it to Philadelphia in one piece. I said my last goodbye to Elizabeth. Then my cohort and I (including our honorary cohort member, Alli) went to terminal B5. Mr. Chan-Law told us we could buy food to go, so I got Subway. I bought a Starbucks Cool Lime Refresher, too. While I was in line at Starbucks a woman came up to me. Her English wasn't very good, but I figured out that she wanted to borrow my phone. Surprisingly, when she was calling, she spoke fluent French. I've never actually met a French person before, so that was cool.
|Home, here I come...|
Finally, at 9:15 PM we landed at SFO. I was greeted my family, dressed in A's gear from head to toe. I missed them so much. It was such a relief to see them! Then I was pleasantly surprised to find my boyfriend come around the corner with, not one, but two dozen roses. They were beautiful! We left the airport exuberant, ready for some celebratory dessert, but as we drove home, we were rear-ended. Thankfully, no one was hurt. It was a small jolt, but it was enough to shake me up a bit. What a welcome home...
After dishing out souvenirs and stopping for a quick late night snack, I settled back into my house. I was greeted by my two dogs, who seem to remember me. I'm exhausted. All I can say is, I am finally home...home, sweet, home.