I can hardly believe that tomorrow is the last time I will move to Duquesne for the beginning of a new semester.  I’ve talked quite extensively about my expectations for senior year and how they’ve all sort of  shattered around me.  I’m not the only one, either, as I’ve seen some of my best friends struggle with things that they didn’t anticipate happening.

But now, at the commencement of a semester that culminates in graduation, it’s extremely important to me to grasp the remaining 15 or so weeks that I have left as a Duquesne University Student and make them amazingly unforgettable.  You know, I realized today as I was packing that I don’t sing very much when I’m at school.  Singing is an intrinsic part of who I am, indicating that I’m neglecting something that makes me happy during a very significant portion of my life.  And I don’t want to do that anymore.  I want to allow myself to let go and be freer than I usually am.  

Even more, I want my friends to have a fantastic semester because they deserve it just as much, if not more than, I do.  Because when it comes down to it, we can choose “suffering and pain and the falling rain.”  Or, we can rise from the ashes.  If we don’t do anything else this final semester, I hope that we all choose ourselves and our own happiness.  I hope that we don’t make ourselves small.  And, not to sound cliché but I have to reference what Lea sings about in this song– I hope we all choose to fly like cannonballs.