Missie Mills
Managing Editor
April 29, 2005
You know that part of “Bridget Jones’s Diary” where Renee Zellweger sits on the
couch and sings “All By Myself?” She’s pathetic, and besides her being a lush,
we’re just alike. I feel like Bridget sometimes. I came to Milligan all by
myself and am leaving alone too.
I don’t mean that I’m depressed or lonely or anything. I mean that after
graduation I will be venturing off to my new job, and I will have to go alone. I
will not have my mentoring group to be my friends. I will not have my advisor to
hold my hand. I am going to stand among thousands of recent college graduates
and make myself stand out. And I have to do it alone.
I thought I came to Milligan to be equipped, but last week my mom told me that I came to leave. “Missie, we sent you so you could graduate,” she said. “You went to college to get through it.” This is hard to hear because I am very comfortable here. Milligan is a safe place.
I have made wonderful friends. I have stayed up all night for Perkins runs and
taken road trips. I’ve had a terrific time acting in plays and musicals; I was
fortunate enough to be involved in the One Acts and major productions every
year. I feel like I have learned much about myself through music, theatre and
journalism.
I have gained the tools it takes to be “successful” in this life. Now that my
time here is up, I am terrified to look to the future. They tell me I will
change lives and shape culture. Why then do I just want to stay here another
year?
It’s not that I don’t have opportunities waiting for me. I have been selected
for a Walt Disney World internship. I have also applied to the Trinity Forum
Academy. And if I wanted to, I could get a job at the Johnson City Press. I
guess I could be a perpetual student. I simply do not know what to do with my
life.
Do you know why high schoolers think they have the world figured out? Because
they do. At the age of 18, you have everything sorted out. Your world is so
small that you have had time to understand everything in it. And then you go to
college and get smacked in the face with reality.
When I came in as a freshman, I knew exactly what I was going to do for the rest
of my life. Now as a senior, I am baffled as to what to do for the next six
months. So here is my reality check. The world is bigger than the bubble that is
Milligan College. In nine days I will travel far from Tennessee and my alma
mater to start a new chapter in my life. And I will do it all by myself.