Here's what they don't tell you when you graduate.

That first week? You get lazy.

You hear of senioritis, right? That bone crushing, terrible weight that drags at you when you don't want to do any of your homework? The thought that you're just that close to freedom?

Nah, that's a cakewalk.

When you graduate, you feel that you're completely done, that all your goals are accomplished. What more is there to do? You got your degree. You moved out of your apartment. The stress is all done and completed with.

You're also thinking that you're a hotshot. Sure, to everybody who congratulates you and gives you praise, of course you'll seem modest. Oh no, it was nothing. Oh, thank you, you're really nice. Too nice, stop chalking me up, I don't know how to take it.

But internally, you're all, "Oh yeahhh. Look at me. Hell yes."

So naturally, because on the inside you're glowing with your accomplishment, you feel like at least for a little while, selfishly, the party is all about you, and that you should kick back. Relax, take the edge off some things. You rock.

Until you realize no, you don't have a job with your degree lined up. People ask you what you plan on doing next. You feel your face flush red, and your mind goes into overdrive as you come up with a clever way to say you don't have a plan yet, but sounding smart, sophisticated and on top of things.

No job, no money, no apartment, and a whole list of things to do and people to see and appointments to make. Interviews and resumes to push out into the world. A name to put out there.

But you're just so exhausted. You're done. Don't think anymore. Shh.

I took what someone told me recently to heart though. She said I deserved some time off, and when I told her that next week, definitely, was the one when I'd buckle down to get to work, she looked exasperatingly at my mother and said, "Look, already going at it after less than a week. Kid, you deserve two weeks."

The thing though, is that I'm so afraid of the stereotype of being a lazy millennial. I'm so afraid of being static for a moment, even though I'm so mentally and physically drained, because I'm terrified that the opportunity that knocks at my door will collapse and be whisked away.

Now I realize this doesn't apply to all grads, but someone has got to sympathize with me or be at least relatively in my situation.

Here's to picking myself up again after the long haul, and getting ready for a longer one.