Auburn isn't called the "loveliest village on the plains" for nothing, and anyone who's been here can attest to that. On Merriam-Webster's website, the word "quicksand" has two abbreviated definitions. One definition is literal: deep, wet sand into which heavy objects sink easily. The other definition is figurative: a situation that is dangerous and difficult to escape from.
Auburn is not deep, wet sand into which heavy objects sink easily. Obviously, it is a well-developed town in which its inhabitants can walk about without fear of literally sinking into the ground.
In the figurative sense, though, it is a dangerous place.
Auburn is quicksand. It is beautiful quicksand. It sucks you in before you have the chance to realize that this situation might be difficult to escape from because you don't want to escape.
Abby Anderson, a senior majoring in Zoology, says she will miss all of her friends being within walking distance, Fall 2013 and "the beauty of the Arboretum."
Kathleen Cassidy, a recent Auburn graduate with a bachelor's degree in psychology, says, "I'm going to miss making life-long friends that went through the same things I went through as I grew into an adult."
I could name a number of things that will soon be my favorite memories after I graduate in December, like the way the loveliest village feels in the fall, the friends I've made and the places I've been, but I think it's the little, seemingly meaningless instances that will be at the forefront.
I remember waking up on Monday mornings and mentally groaning as I made my way to the Tiger Transit stop at the front of The Exchange, an apartment complex now known as The Connection. Though it seemed like a chore then, I know that I will soon miss walking up to a dreary group of strangers on the side of the road and silently waiting with them for our ride. I don't know why, but I'll miss it.
I know I'll miss Haley Center. As confusing and menacing and painfully lit as it was, it will remind me of a time when I had no idea how special the loveliest village was eventually going to be to me. Walking up the steps to my Monday morning class on the third floor at 8 a.m., at the time, seemed like the closest thing to hell. I wasn't alone in that struggle, though, so it wasn't that bad. Then, walking into the classroom and immediately being blinded by the lights seemed to bring me to my wits' end every time. I always seemed to find a seat in front of someone who was just as confused as I was, though, so it wasn't that bad. The whole notion of Auburn as a family slowly but surely sets itself in, and before you know it, nothing it that bad at all.
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Whenever I talk to my brother now, who graduated from Auburn in 2009 with a bachelor's degree in civil engineering, he makes a point to emphasize one statement: "cherish it."
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