My heart aches. MCPC has given me as well as so many students different opportunities and life-long lessons that are in no way comparable to a set money value/price. I respect and honor the college’s (more like the “people way up there”) decision, but I’m still very sad about the closing and I feel sorry for those who aren’t going to be able to experience the same life-changing semester(s) that I’ve had.
I find it funny how I got to fully know people in the span of the last two weeks than I did all semester. I think it was Celebration Weekend when it hit everyone has well – that we only have a few more moments together before our summer goodbyes. But for me, it was probably goodbye until we meet God-knows-when. During Celebration Weekend, we went on the Spirit of Philadelphia as we cruised along the Delaware River. We danced, sang, ate, and enjoyed each other’s (and a group of high school students’) company. Next morning (perhaps too early in the morning), we headed to Ocean City, NJ for a day in the sun. We tanned, burned, and peeled. And then the weekend ended where it all started: Race St. Pier – the cherry on top.
Now, I’m sitting in my temporary home from halfway across the globe, feeling sentimental about the past semester. From the whole travelling and feeling like zombie because of jetlag, it’s probably the first time I’ve been able to sit down and think in retrospect of my life this past semester. I’ve built friendships that I know I will last and I’ve learned things that I know I’ll never forget. Simply put, it was the best decision I’ve made during my college career.