I could use this time to thank my parents, my friends or the people who are closest to me. But in the style of the many Student Theatre performances before me, I have put pen to paper to thank those who really matter. 

to Fran’s quesadillas (discontinued) | to my roommates who graciously let me live closest to the kitchen, shoutout to the smell of sausages in the morning (I don’t eat meat) and 1 a.m. chats that I can definitely still hear | to the professor who didn’t give me a Medill F when I definitely deserved one (and to the source whose name I spelled wrong, whoops) | to Beyoncé (don’t come for me) | to that one opp who goes out of their way to cross my path every day on campus — you keep me going (really quickly away from you) | to my friends who love me so much that they convince me to play a horrible IM sport every quarter | to Karen Springen for the best cookies ever | to the construction everywhere on campus, which reminds me that I should be unapologetic about working on myself and being a complete and utter inconvenience | to the people who are kind enough to support a broke college student, my Venmo is @Mya-Copeland-3 | to my 9:30 a.m. classes for always being there for me (despite me not wanting to be there for them) | to the frats around the corner from my apartment for constantly bumping that shit; keep it up but invite me next time | to Lady Gaga (that’s all) | to the married professor writing love declarations to me in the Canvas comments on my essays | to Trader Joe’s microwave meals | to the group chat that is always popping off in class when I need it most | to the straight white men who put ‘Not Political’ with their full chest on their Hinge profile; don’t know where they get that audacity but I want some | and most importantly, to your mom.

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