Today is officially my last day of classes for the Spring 2011 semester and it hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
After this, I have a full summer working not-quite full-time and taking two online classes. It’s pretty exciting, but it starts to get scary when I realize that in the fall I have only one class and then I graduate. I have always heard people talking about how time passes so quickly and before you know it things are over. Well, that’s not really the case with me.
I have been a senior at UofL for three years now and I have to say, graduation is taking it’s time getting here. One thing I have learned though is that time is relative. I could have finished my original degree in Biology and graduated in 2010, but I don’t think I would have had any clue what to do with it.
I started out believing that I wanted to end up in medical school. While my motives were the right ones, wanting to help people make the best of their lives, my method did not hold true. Science is a subject I enjoy when I can leisurely explore different topics at my own pace. The pressure of learning it quickly and being tested over such vast amounts wasn’t for me. It may have taken me four years to pinpoint this, but once I did it changed everything.
After a few trips to the University Career Development Center, I found out a lot about myself and decided to switch the focus of my undergraduate career. I was minoring in communication and loved it, so I made that my major.
At that point I decided it no longer mattered that I graduate in the standard four years (which I have since heard is more like six). I have decided that I have years to work ahead of me, so I should take my time figuring out a career field that I will actually enjoy.
It seems like so long ago that all this started. I can’t help but thinking back to how not-ready I was to graduate a few years ago and how much more prepared I am now, even if I am a little nervous about facing the big-wide world after college.
It’s 4:30AM on a beautiful night. Music is blasting, frisbees are flying. This is Relay for Life at the University of Louisville. 38 teams comprised of over 500 people gather to celebrate life and to raise money to fight cancer.
We walk all night to represent the fight cancer patients go through as they fight for their lives. At this point in the night we are all exhausted and count down the hours until this is all over. Knowing that we get to go home and relax in just a few hours if a relief. As I walk I think that if only cancer patients had it so ready. They don’t get to tag team someone else to fight for them. That don’t get to decide they’ve had enough and go home or fall asleep in a tent for a few hours break.
My walking had left me with a blister that may take a day or two to heal. That’s two days of hobbling around in pain, but then it’s over and done -a short-lived reminder of my own fight against cancer- if only cancer followed the same schedule.
“Um…there’s no coin toss in basketball.” This came from my younger sister as we were driving to the UofL vs. St. John’s basketball game at the KFC Yum! Center earlier this evening. My thought: I know next to nothing about basketball, but if I’m going to learn, going to a game is a great start.
After a day of work and meetings that lasted until 6:00, the stop-and-go traffic leading up the arena was not welcome.
luckily, my sister and I are smarter than your average bear. Rather than sitting on the highway for half-an-hour not going anywhere, we found took the first exit we came to. Back roads rock.
Parking wasn’t bad. Louisville has parking garages everywhere. We found one about a block away from the arena and walked. It was great.
Our tickets, which I won in a drawing, were for seats in the Terrace. The view was great and it wasn’t very crowded. Overall very nice.
As for the game itself – it only took me a few minutes to catch on. I told my sister I would be writing about the game, and I’d be laughing at myself the whole time.
I started out by cheering for the wrong team. St. John’s wore red, we wore white. Can’t imagine why I would ever mix that up.
I thought our fans were so kind to clap for the other team.Was this some super-secret etiquette thing I should know?? Talk about confusion. Once I got it all figured out my world made sense again.
The “shot clock” took me longer, but the concept is easily grasped. Plus, there’s something of an adrenaline rush when you know your team only has 30 seconds to make a shot. I still haven’t figured out what happens if they don’t make it, but that never came up.
Of course I had just gotten used to watching them shoot into the basket closest to us when along came half-time and the teams switched sides. Oh my. Here we go again.
The second half is when the game really picked up. Slam dunks and free throws left and right. Time flew by and before I knew it, the game was almost over. We were up 83 to 58 with three minutes on the clock.
My sister and I decided to get a head start to beat the mad rush and even then there was quite a crowd. But nothing could get us down. Not the icy-cold wind or having only a vague idea of how to get home.
There’s something energizing about being in an arena with so many unknown people cheering for the same thing. Something special about having to walk a block or more to get to your car, even if you feel like your ears are going to fall off by the time you get there.
A learning experience. My first basketball game, but definitely not my last.