Few college students can say they personally know who accepted them. My file was read by Justin over Thanksgiving break, as many Early Action files are by Justin. Some of you might know him from The Dock or having met him at a college fair or from working with him in the Admissions Office. I was asked to work in the office because Justin and I shared an internship. He did his while in college, while I did mine in high school. And while our experience varied, it was a foot in the door for me. And I’m glad I walked over the threshold.
His life is best desribed by the Lily Allen song, “22”, the Brand New song, “Jesus Christ” and Taylor Swift’s entire discography.
His door is always open.
He became a vegetarian at age twelve after watching Babe.
He likes to give people catchphrases (wowie-kazowie! is mine) and make-up nicknames you would have had in high school (Skittles).
He makes Gossip Girl-inspired PowerPoints for Student Admissions training.
He’s 28 24.
He gives out prizes.
He’s one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever met. Once you get past a goofy, absurd exterior.
He fits into clothes from abercrombie. That’s right, small “a”
He’s young, rich, and flashy and he be where the cash be.
He’ll do anything for a person in need.
His blazer size is a women’s 10 petite.
His favorite movie is Fight Club.
He’s giving up the lush life of an Admissions Counselor to be a regional representative for the University. So holler at him if you’re in the Maryland, Virginia, New Jersey, Delaware-area.
He likes to do Beyonce-inspired juice fasts.
He likes candy more than any adult I’ve met.
Groupies follow him like Twitter.
He keeps calm, and carries on.
He is not a grown- up. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
While you may not know him, I promise you would like him.
And while I can’t guarantee our paths will cross again, I hope they do. And I wish him the best of luck in the world.
As he embarks on his adventure in the great wide somewhere, I begin mine as well.
We’re both trading Rhode Island for something a little more exciting. While he’s staying domestic in D.C., I’m dusting off my passport and jetting to Florence for the semester.
See you at the airport,