Way to go, Wendy. You graduated Phi Theta Kappa, Who's Who Among Students in American Universities and Colleges, President's List & Dean's List (all four semesters, alternating), and Sigma Kappa Delta. Most of all, you graduated with style and grace. Wendy was kind of aggravated that I pushed her so hard at times to get her associate's degree. She wanted to bypass the associate's sheepskin and go straight to obtaining a bachelor's degree. In hindsight, I am so glad I pushed her. I saw her potential, so I just honed in to try to help her fulfill her goals. She ultimately decided to get her associates on her own accord because, after all, NO ONE, and I do mean NO ONE, could ever make Wendy do what she did not want to do. At the end of the day, the sound decision to get her associate's degree was hers and hers alone.
I am so proud and honored to have known such a wonderful, intelligent, strong-willed person.
Wendy and Dr. Steve Thomas (President of Midland College)
There are so many memories to try to recount. It just breaks my heart trying to remember all the good (and bad) times I shared with WenTen. I would push her so hard at times. I wanted her so much to excel. I wanted so many things for her. She was such an excellent student; so freaking and terrifyingly smart, too. She was equally strong-willed and would often push right back. When either one of us was not feeling well, physically, emotionally, or spiritually, we did little things to make each other feel better. I would send her pix, cartoons, or Gifs (which I love to create) just to make her laugh. She would send me stuff as well. She was such a riot to be around. She admitted she could be loopy and aloof as much as she was informed and smart. I miss you, my friend.
I watched for your truck today. Then I remembered.
I looked at the empty spot where you would usually
park. My heart sunk.
Your parking spot seemed so lonely. I clearly
understood.
How lonely your parking spot must be? I know I can
comprehend.
I watched for traces of you today. Then I remembered. I still haven’t figured out how to deal with this
tragedy. Doubtful I ever will. Your loss was so heartbreaking. Pain lurks like a
dagger through the spirit. How pathetic my realm of inspiration? It begs for your
presence.
I wanted to text you today. Then I remembered.
I still haven’t found anyone who understands my humor.
Perhaps I never will. Your absence so apparent. I live in the world surreal. How pathetic my way of coping? Doubtful to ever learn that art.