Speechless in Radnor

In a few short weeks, the senior class will be leaving and embarking on the next phase of their life: starting their careers.

Students who have left an impressionable mark on our lives, our school and our world will be saying goodbye to the blue and white of Cabrini College. One of these students is my roommate Angela Mattioni.

Angela transferred here when I was a freshman. It was immediately apparent that our personalities were complimentary to one another. Our friendship blossomed through the months and we have been roommates for the past two years.

Being a senior. there are many things right now that Angela is dealing with that I will not have to face for another year. She is experiencing many things that I have yet to understand. She faces the fear of not getting a job. Moving home with her parents again. Saying goodbye to her home of the past three years. Getting sentimental and nostalgic. Graduation is quickly approaching and it is finally hitting me that she is leaving. She has become my closest friend at Cabrini besides my best friend. How can I say goodbye? How can I thank her for helping to make the past two years of college

the best I've ever had?

All of the late night talks. Laughing our heads off until 4 a.m. about things that no one the next day even thought was funny. Picking out our dresses for the formal. Buying our fish. Crying when he died. The time we stayed in on a Thursday night, locked our door. turned off the ringer and shut the volume off the TV so our friends knocking on the door wouldn't know that we were addicted to the challenge of completing yet another level in "Kid Chameleon."

She has also experienced so many remarkable moments in my ltfe. Sitting in a hospital waiting room at 3 a.m. whi1e my sister was in labor. Crying with me when I chopped off 12 inches of my hair. Crying with me when I colored it brown. Supporting me when I broke up with my boyfriend of over two years.

I've always took comfort in knowing that she would be in the room when I returned from a Jong day. I look forward to her advice, her jokes, and her conversation when I enter our house. I can trust that whatever I say in our room and in her presence will remain in utter confidentiality. I can'let my hair down and just get crazy silly and she'll just laugh along.

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The days to do this are dwindling fast.

She has become such an important person in my life and I feel like I have to wrap up two years of tears, laughs, and memories and store it away.

Roommates have a special bond and friendship that no other person can replace.

It is your roommate who sees your sleepy-eyed, bedheaded, sheetimprinted face every in.~ing and still likes you. They sc~t your best and worst and understand your everchanging moods.

Angela's support is what pulls me through many of the most stressful and terrible days. Our ability to laugh at life has kept our friendship strong. She has been my rock, my counselor, my healer and my Tuiddle-Dee.

As our days as roommates are winding to a close, I can't help but become emotional.

I will be there when Angela is adorned in cap and gown. I will be there when Angela gets married.

But what can I say to her on May 19 that can possibly sum up three years of memories? How can I bring our years as roommates to a close?

For once, I'm speechless.