I safely arrived here in Queens Thursday evening. The flight was easy and lulling, and after picking up some dinner from the Vietnamese place next to my train stop (it's called Thai Son, which, like with many others I'm sure, threw me off at first) I spent the rest of the night working hard on my audition which I thought paid off well went I went in the following afternoon. As you know, I watch a lot of television--well, online replays--and after a fruitful visit to the Golden State I've been able to catch up on a lot of my favorite shows, finally catching all their season finales. For most, the end of the school year feels the same way, and for a select few, they're actually approaching the end of their series.
I'm sorry I'm not able to see you walk in person at your graduation today. I will, of course, catch the live stream, which has a lag time of 15 minutes--but I'm 3 hours ahead, so it's okay, I'll still be cheering you on from 2:45 in the future. But let me take this time to let you know how proud of you I am.
I'm so proud of what you've done in your time at UC Irvine. You were captain of a dance team, you spent a semester in Italy, you maintained a successful apartment family for 3 years, you worked as a guide for study abroad programs, you were instrumental in groups like Pilipino-Americans in Social Studies (PASS) & Student-Parent Orientation Program Program (SPOP-P), and even though I'm sure I'm leaving out a lot more you managed to tackle all that in just 4 years.
And doesn't even include this one. I'm so happy you spent this last year there, because it's been momentous for you. I've gotten to know your experience as an R.A. through your expressions of triumph and struggle at the blessings and trials of advising more than 80 residents, a position many are not suited for. But the real revelation for me was when I finally got to meet your residents in person. And you're right, all of them really are like those boisterous four girls I met during my first visit, all displaying the same involuntary grin and nodding with the same affirmation when I asked them if they liked having you as their R.A.
But it's the detail that separates a good work of art from a masterpiece. It isn't just in the testimony of words, it's in the way they gather in groups to visit your room, it's in the way they say your name with such endearment that it's almost as if they wish it were more than three syllables, that they might have more time to propose their affection. It's in the way you do things like leave boxes of cereal and plastic cups with a little note saying "brain food, please take some," and it's in the way they faithfully oblige your request. It's in the way they wait around for your return, and in the way they linger around the lobby exchanging greetings with passing hallmates. It's in the way they were all so excited to meet me, without any hesitation--which, unless there's something so consistently bewitching about me, I attribute to their delight in knowing more about you.
Your relationships will go on, the friendships you've made this year will endure, but this experience for you and your residents has come to an end. Rest assured then, lady, that you did a great job, giving those now former first-years a dorm experience that is widely longed for but seldom had. Not only that, but throughout your victory lap at UCI you have shined tremendously for Christ, displaying the changing work of his love and law. I'm proud to say that I know you, and that I've been able to share in this joy with you, as we share in the greatest joy we have in Christ. I love you, and Lord-willing I will see you soon. Congratulations!I'm so proud you found your finale.
Love,
Julian
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