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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UPR chapter.

Goodbye is always bittersweet, and here are the heartfelt words that express that goodbye.

 

YEAR ONE

My First Time

I dived in head first

No time to think or ponder

Much less meditate

 

“Go for it”

“You can do it”

Phrases I heard

Over and over

And over

Again

 

But I was scared

Feared rejection

Comparison

The realization

That I would

Terribly

FAIL

 

YEAR TWO

The Tower

6:08 AM

That’s when it happens,

The perfect moment to stare.

At 6:11, it’s enveloped in light.

At 6:05, shrouded by darkness.

 

But at 6:08 AM

 

God!

 

THAT’S WHEN IT HAPPENS

 

GOLD  

EVERYWHERE

         rose gold

yellow gold

       silver gold

 

Blindingly Bright

Achingly so

It screams…

“Look at me”

And once more

It happens.

 

Gold

Everywhere in your eyes.

Blinded,

Your eyes glisten

And then

 

It’s gone.

 

YEAR THREE

Clad in Plaid

He had flowers in his hair.

He was lovely.

Was he daring?

I know not.

Was he smart?

I bet.

Did I know him?

Absolutely not

But…

 

He had flowers in his hair

And for me,

That was enough.

 

YEAR FOUR

Ending a Four Year Relationship

“¡Buen día!”

From the guard at the main gate

Will no longer start my day.

 

I won’t trip

Over the same cracked sidewalk

In front of Bellas Artes.

 

Mayra

Will give my morning tortilla

To someone else

And another will drink my coffee

 

The cat I dubbed

Oreo

Shall bother me no longer

I’ll be able to

Peacefully

Read Bram Stoker

 

I’m tempted to say

“I’ll miss you”

But I won’t

 

How could I miss a place

That lives in me

I went through her

And she went through me

 

I live in her hallways

And her hallways in me

Porque soy jerezana

Y la IUPI siempre vivirá en mí

 

I think it is safe to say that for all those that studied at the University of Puerto Rico, RĂ­o Piedras Campus, life will never be the same. You remember the little things, somehow they become HUGE. Like that one guy in humanidades that had flowers in his hair, for example, or the way the sun rises above THE tower. This four part series is an attempt to do the impossible, recount my years as a student at la IUPI. Hopefully someone enjoys it, and remembers their time within the same walls. My life changed in the campus I learned to call home, and I will be forever thankful.