As May quickly approaches, I find myself under a mess of papers, presentations, job applications and graduation announcements. It's finally here. I'm graduating college. My mind is a whirlwind of emotions. I'm excited, and I want to vomit all at the same time.
All I know how to do is homework, go to class and write papers. I've been in school for the past 16, 17 if you count kindergarten, years. Yes, I have a job, and I have a decent resume. I don't know how to not be in school. I'm pretty positive that "stressed" is just a part of my personality at this point.
Needless to say, I'm ready. I'm ready to experience things as an actual adult. Everyone tells me that I'm crazy, that I'm going to miss college and that I'm going to regret wanting to leave, and they're probably right. At the same time, it's going to be wonderful to not have to worry about a test that I need to study for or a presentation that I have next week. I'm ready to come home from work and not have to do homework. I understand that this comes with paying bills, worrying about the house, worrying about my car and managing seven thousand other things, but I'm ready.
It's scary though. I just spent the past 16 years preparing for this moment. It feels like just yesterday that I was in third grade and thinking my life was ending because I had to memorize my times tables (thanks, mom-mom and pop-pop), and now I'm going to walk across the stage as a college graduate in just a matter of weeks. Where did the time go?
If there is anything that I've learned from all my school years, it is that you should never take the time you have there for granted. There are classes that I never took that always sounded interesting, and there are clubs that I never joined because I didn't think that I had the time for them. Now, I wish I had made the time.
I'm proud to say that I'm going to be graduating in a couple of weeks, but man, how did it come this fast?
