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Diatribe: Where Did All the Juniors Go?

The Gavel's Diatribe acts as the satirical medium for short rants over topics ranging from complete triviality to utmost importance.

Picture this: I'm walking to class on a beautiful sunny day when I see my friend from across the quad. As I go to put my hand up to wave, a strange feeling erupts in my stomach and I'm suddenly pulled back to reality. That's not my friend. My friend is abroad, not at Boston College. In fact, a lot of my friends are abroad. A rush of disappointment and embarrassment washes over me as the likely freshman I had just mistaken for my buddy scurries off to Devlin. 

Let me take you back to the end of sophomore year (a whopping summer ago, I know). As I'm making my usual goodbyes and “see you next years,” a strange sentence wafts up: “See you senior year." I pause. That can't be right. I'm but a mere sophomore, what do you mean I won't see some of my friends until we're the oldest undergrads, soon to be washed up alums talking about the “glory days”?

I often catch myself thinking about how I haven't seen a particular person, whether that be someone in one of my clubs or an acquaintance I wave to as I walk by. "That's odd," I think. "I surely should have run into them by now." As I scour Instagram searching for an answer, a beacon of clarity shows up on my screen. An abroad instagram, often dubbed as 'name_abroad' or something of the sort. For this I am entirely grateful, as now my FOMO will allow me to live vicariously through my friends across seas and not at all feel the least bit jealous. 

The abundance of students who go abroad at BC is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing to be able to experience different cultures and people, and a curse for preventing me from seeing many of my friends for a whole year. Now that I think about it, add the "well when I was in Europe..." conversations to the curse list too. 

The more I think back to those goodbyes I had at the end of sophomore year, the more I'm certain that it can't be right. It can't be right that while I'm at tailgates, my friends are going to pubs in Ireland or clubs in Berlin. It can't be right that while I'm hiking up the million dollar stairs, my friends are hiking up mountains in Italy. It also can't be right that my friends are abroad with other people. They aren't allowed to make other close knit BC friends, tied together by the shared experience of getting drunk and staying out on the streets of Barcelona until 5 am. It's simply not allowed.  

I know, I know, I'm being a downer. But it's hard when most of the people you associate with college are no longer here. It's as if I'm playing a simulation game, and I'm just waiting for the rest of the avatars to show up. Going through the motions of school without it feeling the same as it did previous years. 

So while you people abroad are out wandering the streets of London or tanning out on the beaches of Greece, think of me and the rest of the people at BC. Not for any particular reason, I would just appreciate a thought once in a while.

Oh, and I am nothing if not a hypocrite, so none of this applies for when I'm in Ireland second semester.

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Biology major who loves coffee, reading, and pretending like I know what I'm doing.