So…yesterday was the end of my last fall semester and I’m very unsure how to feel about it. Part of me is very happy to be done with classes, but part of me is also unsettled that in a month and a half I’ll be starting my final semester.
I remember suffering in Warren like it was yesterday. I remember Extreme Pita and only having 10 minutes of passing between classes. I remember crying each week while trying to make it through Chem 101 before they made the curriculum easier. I remember holding on to the railing while crossing the BU bridge to avoid the metal strip of death. I remember getting snow days each year (last winter was a literal scam).
How can I be at the end?
Don’t get me wrong, BU has kicked my ass in more ways than one. I’ve suffered in classes, friendships, and relationships, just to name a few. I was around for the self-care day of classes after the 2016 election and even the sobriety during the Kavanaugh hearing. There were days I felt discouraged by faculty and classmates.
As nervous as I am for the future, I’m also excited. Not only am I barely taking classes next semester, but I’ll also have more free time to pursue my own interests and reflect on my time in Boston. While job prospects are intimidating and quite stressful, it’s a new door opening.
In the meantime, I’m occasionally looking at jobs, playing music, seeing my close friends, and planning as many trips as I can. There’s only so much you can travel before you enter the workforce, so there’s no better time than now.
If you’re panicked about your last semester, you have every right to be. But I think we shouldn’t get too wrapped up in our heads, we’ll never be this young and free again. College has had its ups and downs, but it’s never too late to make new memories and embrace the upcoming changes!
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