Love and Honor

Love and Honor may be used to Miami the institution but in reality we have love and honor for the memories and for those that became family. This is it...we are getting closer and closer to the day and we cannot ignore or escape it anymore. Everything we are that college made us is about to place us out in the world. Our bubble is about to burst and make room for those that will come to fill our places. Those that will make what we made here. I realize college isn't for everyone but it has made me who I am today and a part of me wishes everyone could do what I did here.

I am better than I was before I came here and my friendship are better than they were when I left. Even those that are a part of who I was in the past that have grown with me through the distance, we appreciate who we have become and are closer than ever before. I am hitting a point in my life where I value who I am and the decisions I have made and my regrets are minimal...and I think even I deserve this. I love better than I ever could before. I communicate in a manner that is more mature than it was four years ago. I am different; I am better.

I love what we did here. We grew up here and what we had here will never be comparable to anything else for the rest of our lives...

I know deep inside I am ready to move on from Miami but moving on from the life I made for myself here, my home, is another story. I will miss this; I will miss you.

I will look back and remember the best moments: jumping in the water fountain, climbing a tree on campus, meditating with a Buddhist monk, getting yelled at for bowling in the hall way, saving Boo, student manager pub crawls, sitting on the steps of Withrow Court with Gina and talking for hours, playing in the snow the day class was canceled, Roxy, Barn and Bunk, VIP Video, donating my hair, Relay for Life, FSWSO, bowling with Matt and Greg at Oxford Lanes and kicking their butts, the old Goggin, all the free gourmet food at work, the hours upon hours we have watched Friends in this apartment, the random conversations Icaria and I had when we lived together, the dining halls, the pretzels, the ice cream adventures, hide and seek in academic quad, the Princess, After Dark, Kings Island, Spamalot, Spring Break (ie New York City and Florida), cornstarch, Halloween...this list could go on and on and on so I will just end with the thought of the blackout and all the fun we had that night...

This place will always be a piece of who I am and I will never forget.