A Senior’s February Journal Entry

Written and illustrated by brianna mattis

Somehow February has come. 

My hair is in braids. My hands never tire.

My brain is still working out the difference between

Yesterday

                and 

                      Tomorrow.

And apparently, I’m much stronger than I look.

It is February and my friends are opening up acceptance emails. 

I am still opening up my soul before I rise in the morning.

To wake is to try, so, I don my armor and march to my 11 AM, hoping that by the time 

words fail, I may leave the lecture hall a better place.

It is February and tonight I remind myself that my time on this campus is almost at its end.

Instead of blinking for the next two months, I will smile— (After all, wrinkles are the best diaries.)

that way my body never forgets how I felt here, even when I do. 

I am amazed at how four years can change absolutely nothing.

I am amazed at how four years can change absolutely everything.

Somehow, February has come.