Nobody tells you that your last semester is going to feel like this. The senioritis hits different when you're so close but your brain just stops caring. Depression shows up asking "what's the point" when you're already running on empty. And somehow in the middle of all of that you're supposed to have your entire life figured out, grad school, a job, a city, a plan, all while finishing school.

This one is for every senior who made it through. The pressure was real. The exhaustion was real. And you showed up anyway.

That's the part nobody warned us about. And that's also the part we should be most proud of.