As we make headway towards May 9th, the day I should have crossed the stage and received my diploma form TCU, I’m reminded that if my life were a movie, it would be called Murphy’s Law. For those who don’t know what that is, it’s the idea that everything that can go wrong will go wrong. It falls in line with the law of entropy, that everything in the universe is descending into chaos.

These are trying times, for sure. It’s hard to think that two months ago, I thought I would be spending this time getting to say goodbye to some of my best friends, attending senior sunrise, partaking in the festivities that surround the graduation season. Instead, I’m sitting at home in my high school cheerleading sweats because I thought I was only coming home for a week, and yet we are steadily heading into the second month. I’m living in my basement because there was no expectation that I would be home at this time. My only physical social contact with anyone outside my family happens when I go for social distancing walks on the path near my house. And somehow, with all this free time, I have yet to find the motivation to watch the five TV shows that I said I’d watch.

I never thought my time at TCU would end like this. It’s tough, for sure, especially when this ending seemed like the only concrete experience that I knew would happen in my time in college. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned, but I can’t let it take away from the rest of my college experience. Come May 9th, or 11th, or 12th—whenever grades are due—I will be moving on in my journey and the chaos of the times is just something I’ll have to deal with. It’s been sad, it’s been funny, and it’s been a growing period. Here’s to a world of normalcy.