I know, it’s been a while, and I’m sorry about that I really am. You’re probably wondering “what gives Yulia? It’s been almost four months!” and you’re right, the summer just got away from me. But fear not my blog followers! This time has been used well.
Every year on matriculation day, I become an Olympic-level people-watcher. Seriously, all my manners go out the window and I straight-up lurk. My mom would be horrified (although this one time we saw Mario Lopez at a restaurant and she shamelessly stared until our bill came, so mom, just give me this one day). It’s absolutely the best day of the year, full of all these little moments that mean such big things, and I love watching them unfold all over campus. I love to see moms pull bedding out of the car as their sons stare wide-eyed because they definitely didn’t know they even bought bedding. I love seeing roommates try desperately to subdue their embarrassing dads as they meet each other for the first time. I love watching parents and children say goodbye (that makes me sound so evil, but I promise I’m reacting more to the pride those parents feel than their sadness… or that’s what I tell myself).
As you matriculate today as Tufts' 159th undergraduate class, I’ll use the rich content of your applications to introduce you to the Tufts community—and, more importantly, to each other—so you can appreciate the lively community you join this afternoon.