Bronwyn Miller


The space between

Tuesday prompted a strange reality check for many of us seniors out there: It was our last first day of school. It’s a feeling that can be classified as both celebratory and terrifying; the weight of the word “senior” feels too heavy to be held just yet. The finality attached to declaring that I am in the final year of college is unfamiliar, and I envy the airiness with which others call themselves sophomores or juniors.