This article is dedicated, once again, to the enigma that is senior year. The way I see it, senior year can be broken down into two lifestyles:
1. YOLO.
2. Adulting.
1 and 2 live at the opposite ends of the spectrum. There’s no 1.5. You can’t live in the middle during senior year. You either care too much or care too little about s**t that will all have its judgment day in May 2016.
YOLO
You’re only a senior once. You are only able to be this inappropriately drunk on a Tuesday for so long. This is your last year being able to wear face tattoos without looking like a soccer mom. Your last hurrah of having the golden pick-up line, “Aren’t you in my class?” Last time your cover photo can be you and all your friends standing in front of a mediocre tapestry. The last time you can blame UGBC for things that you’re mildly disappointed about. And on that note, the last period of your life where talking about Hoodie Allen will still make sense.
Adulting
Your family just spent the same amount of money it would cost for a small time share in Florida on your education. You have to materialize it into something. You have to have something slightly impressive to say when talking to your distance relatives about what you’re doing. You have to give your mom something to rebuttal with when talking to Mrs. Johnson next door as she brags about her youngest son getting into Vanderbilt. Who’s going to represent A&S against all the CSOM kids who just had $40,000 signing bonuses? You have to be in “Beast Mode” when it comes to networking. You’re damn right I’m reaching out to my 2nd grade teacher who said her childhood best friend lives in Boston. I’m not about to let that connection slip away.
How are seniors supposed to balance these extremes? How are you supposed to enjoy having Dominos in your call favorites while also actually being “proficient” in Excel? Shout out to all those people who randomly endorsed you on LinkedIn, particularly my dad who endorsed me for “English.” Thx.
If you got to this part of the article, you’ve realized that I’m offering no advice, insights, or anything particularly helpful to live the seesaw life that is senior year. But! If you at least laughed about Hoodie Allen, then my work here is done. Good luck.
Peace and blessings.
Kelly: Hopeful ’16 graduate.
Photo Sources:
http://sutrahr.com/startup-employee-startup-culture/
http://whatshouldwecallme.tumblr.com/post/131888507308/sunday