Do you think two and a half years is enough time for a place to change your life?
I know it is.
It’s been one year, 365 days, 8760 hours since I graduated from Boston College. One year since I walked across a stage as my name was mispronounced. One year since I stepped over the threshold from student to alum. And one year of missing everything about this place I have come to love.
You might be wondering why its two and a half years and not four, well I transferred to Boston College in the middle of my sophomore year. I moved in right before everyone had returned from winter break. It was eerily quiet as snow began to blanket the campus while I lugged my belongings into a room that was already filled with life from its seven other occupants.
It was a whirlwind of events that had me moving into a different dorm, not four weeks after finishing finals at another university, a whirlwind of events that changed my life.
To fully embrace an experience, not only do you have to open yourself up to the opportunities that come your way, but also go after the ones you see lurking in the background. Once I figured this out, I began to see the magic that is Boston College. I found it in the little things, the aroma of the Chocolate Bar, the way Gasson glistens in the sunlight, the quietness of a snow-covered campus.
A place is nothing without its people. My experience at Boston College was shaped by the people; the woman in the dining hall, my roommates, the custodian that I said hello to every day of senior year, my professors, my classmates, the random person who held the door open, my friends. They shaped my experience at Boston College, they impacted my time there, and they impacted me.
Only a certain environment can foster classmates and random roommates to become lifelong friends, for professors to become mentors. Thank you Boston College for putting these people in my life, I am forever grateful.
So Boston College, thank you.
Thank you for the life-changing people, the snowy winters, the challenging classes, the breathtaking campus, the home games at alumni stadium, the thought-provoking lectures, the meaningful conversations, the drive for excellence. Thank you for changing my life for nothing but the better.
A place can change your life, Boston College changed mine.
Hey Mr. Blue Volvo! Are you kidding me!
Really! You're going to make this drive worse than it already is?
The cross island parkway is already a slow and painful death without you throwing your trash out the window, so can you not. The long island traffic isn't even that bad today, so please stop ruining this drive for me.
I didn’t even realize people still littered.
I mean, I’ve seen people throw gum out their windows here and there, but you threw your empty, extra-large McDonalds cup out of the car. You opened the window, stuck your hand out like you were holding the Olympic Torch, and BAM, dropped it like you were dropping the mic at the end of the State of the Union.
Excuse me sir, but who do you think you are?
After the cup nearly missed my car, I began thinking about this problem. In my opinion, the main reason people litter is because they're lazy. Instead of holding onto their empty bottles they drop them on the ground. I don’t understand why you can’t hold onto your used fast food containers until you find a garbage can. And, I really can’t understand why people throw their trash out of their cars. You have space to put it; the passenger seat, the floor in the back, the car door pocket, so why do you chuck it out the window?
You’re killing the environment. You’re endangering fellow drivers. You’re risking a fine.
Why can’t you wait until you get to your destination to throw your trash away; or maybe even recycle it? I know, big steps from throwing trash out the window to recycling it and being environmentally conscious, but you can do it.
As I continued driving, I noticed more and more people littering. Nothing as big as your McDonalds cup, but littering nonetheless. I guess I wasn't conscious of this epidemic before, but now that I was, I couldn’t stop seeing it. Peanut shells, cigarette butts, pieces of paper, all flying out of car windows.
Imagine your house covered in empty fast food containers, half-eaten apples, cigarette butts, peanut shells, pieces of paper. You wouldn’t treat your home like that, so why do you treat the earth like that?
But it is your home, and its home to 7 billion other people, so treat it with the respect it deserves.
Stop killing the birds and fish. Stop polluting the ocean. Stop contaminating the groundwater. Stop destroying the grass, plants, and trees.
Stop being lazy Mr. Blue Volvo.