The Song Unsung

"This song is ending, but the story never ends"

Today in our (last) Honors Seminar, we read a short essay called "The Song Unsung". It was based around this quote from Oliver Wendell Holmes, "Most people go to their graves with their music still inside them."

Of course, the Whovian in me instantly thought of the end of series four (David Tennant's last), the Ood promise to "sing you to sleep" and then, right before he regenerates, "This song is ending, but the story never ends"

That's how I feel with this semester. Not only with the analogy we used in honors today (Sing the song that's written in your heart) but with everything. "This song is ending, but the story never ends"

My life, particularly the last few months, really has been a series of "songs". Looking back now, it's hard to believe I graduated over six months ago. Since then I've met countless fantastic people, and been surprised with who has decided to stay in my life and who has used this transition as an opportunity to leave. I can say, without a shred of a doubt, that it has been a hell of a ride so far.

Now that the first semester is coming to a close (technically tomorrow, in fact) it is as though the "song" of the last three months is coming to a close. The story, though....never ends.

The last three months have brought me the whole collection, really - happiness beyond what I've ever known, sadness, loneliness, laughing to the point of being unable to breathe, battles and victories and new friends and best friends. People leaving, people staying, and people just being awesome.

So, before the final chord decrescendos into something new, I want to thank you. I want to thank my friends here at SFU...you have made this place home to me, and have become like family. To my Serra friends who have chosen to remain in my life, thank you for keeping the Eagle spirit alive in my heart and reaffirming that I wasn't just your friend because I was conveniently there, but because you genuinely care about me and continue to do so. I want to thank my profs, especially the ones who challenged me the most (Fredericks and Olson) - you kept the bar really high, but also motivated me to jump higher. I know art history "worked" when I can say the words Smibert, Copley, West, Rothko, Homer and Peale and actually know what they mean. Lastly, I want to thank you. You, specifically. If only for putting up with my rants.

Finally, Tori comes home tomorrow and that makes me very, very happy. She better come visit me before I go home for Christmas.