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The End (for now)

June 11, 2011 at 7:28 pm
By Marlena Hartman-Filson

I’m not very good at goodbyes. I don’t like the hugs and the tears and ‘last’s the “when will I see you again?”s.

I apologize for neglecting my blog duties. I wish I could say I was studying day and night for exams or getting my summer plans in order, but the truth is I’ve just been saying a lot of goodbyes.

Graduation was okay last year; a few teammates and a couple friends from my floor were seniors, but other than that my life as a lowly freshman didn’t often intersect those of graduating seniors. This year is much different. We had five seniors on the soccer team, nine on Syzygy, I had four in my house, and I was close with several more. I suppose that simply comes with being a sophomore and having lived in the Carleton community for a couple of years, but I was really unprepared for the realization that half my good friends would be gone next year.

Though I’m a bit grumpy about it now, I have to admit that I’m extremely excited to hear about all the cool things they'll go on to do in upcoming years.

One is working with the forestry service in Montana.

One is hoping to explore all of South America on foot.

One is joining the real world and working at a computer software company in Wisconsin.

One is taking a year off before med school to be a baker.

One is going to grad school to be an elementary school teacher.

One is doing fisher research in Northern California (not research into people who fish, a mistake I initially made. Apparently, a fisher is kind of like a giant weasel and she’ll be tracking them as they’re reintroduced to their native habitat).

One has a handful of job offers but just can’t decide what she wants to do.

And so I spent my last couple weeks as a sophomore at Carleton having my own little adventures with friends who I won’t see for a while.

We danced.


We played some Ultimate Frisbee at Nationals in Boulder, Colorado.






We studied (sometimes using modified techniques).


We watched CUT win Nationals.


We engaged in springtime activities, like reading outside.


And having fun with hoses.


And wading.


And picnicing.


And floating down the Cannon.


And just generally playing outside.




And now I find myself writing this from the backseat of a car, roadtripping home to Colorado where I'll be for the next few months. Though I’m a little jealous of all the exciting paths the seniors will be taking next year, I have my own interesting summer plans. I’ll be working in the same lab at Children’s Hospital that I did last summer, doing research into possible treatments for prenatal pulmonary hypertension and bronchopulmonary dysplasia. I’ll be taking SCUBA lessons so that I can dive on my study abroad program to Australia next winter. I’ll be running and playing Frisbee and soccer and hanging out with family and friends from home and Carleton kids who will be in Denver for the summer. Maybe I’ll venture out to California before heading back to Minnesota for preseason in August. And as always, I'll have some quality time with my poodles.


And with that, I tip my hat off to the graduating seniors, but just know that this isn’t goodbye.

If I don’t see you soon, I’ll hunt you down.

I’m not kidding.

You know I will.


  • January 1 2012 at 8:24 pm

    Thank you for all the wonderful information that you have supplied. It is so good knowing that you are having a great experience in your life. I know Grandpa would be as proud of you as I am. He really loved you and your family. Hope your experience Down Under will prove to be very enlightening. We are all waiting to hear of your great trip. Love you Grandma

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