In two days I will walk into my 10:30 a.m. class, sit down, listen to my professor go over the syllabus, and officially begin my last semester of college.

College was not like high school for me. I didn't want it to go fast or to end. I'm not eager to "get out there in the real world" and "become an adult" like I was when I packed up and moved into my freshman dorm at UCF. Because now, I actually have to become an adult - not a half-adult living in a world where I have the pleasure of enjoying the freedoms with no financial responsibility. Now, it's real.

However, while I am terrified, I am more excited than ever. There's something thrilling about having no idea where I will be living in four months. Will it be my hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio? Near my parents in Naples, Florida? With my boyfriend in Ft. Lauderdale? Or somewhere else? As of now, I am clueless. My only plan is to accept a job offer that allows me to use my skills in photography and videography - hopefully in sports - but I'm not going to be too picky. That's if I get any job offers at all.

This last semester is going to be rough. Not only because I am taking 18 credit hours and interning at the Golf Channel 20 hours a week, but also because it will be emotionally draining. Finding the time to excel in all of my roles and courses as well as make the most out of my last semester and go out with a bang is going to be hard. Really hard.

But I know I can do it. I have four months to enjoy the privileges I have as a college student until I'm hustling just to pay rent as a journalist post-graduation. And I need to make it the best four months yet.