I used to think that grown-ups were full of it when they insisted that the older you get, the quicker the time goes. Now that I’m a few weeks short of graduating college and I remember move-in day like it was a few months ago, I feel fairly confident that they weren’t kidding.
Getting sentimental really isn’t my style, but damn the past four years have felt like a new lifetime. I learned how to be self-sufficient, including doing my own laundry, which is quite thrilling. Before Rider I had no idea what the hell I wanted to do with my life or where I wanted to go and now that it’s T-minus three weeks until I walk across that stage in that goofy cap and gown, I still have no clue.
I feel like that’s one of the biggest misconceptions about college, that it’s the place you figure everything out. Some people do and some people don’t, but I feel like the most useful things I’ve learned are how to multitask, how to hold a conversation without looking like a complete idiot and how to cope with life in general. You get accustomed to people asking you what your post-graduation plans are, and I can successfully combat the subsequent panic attacks such inquiries kick-start, thank you very much. But all I know for sure is that I don’t want to be wallowing in debt or sitting in a cubicle, but that doesn’t make me special.
As graduation looms I feel old, but I also feel satisfied. Rider was great and I’m ready for the next stage in my life. The uncertainty is scary, but it’s also freeing. I don’t know what comes next, but whatever it is I’m ready to let it happen.
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