This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.
I use yarn and needles to keep my hands busy
While I suffer through a class I once loved
I use television and sleep to comfort myself
From the thoughts of my nearing future
Too many deadlines, applications, expectations
To bring any joy to this achievement
Little time to enjoy friendships
Trading memories for a possibility
The future is now the present
But still looks dreary and bleak
I still have no idea where I’m going
Or who I truly want to be
I put my hopes and dreams into a degree
Without a guarantee of anything
And as I near the end I’m left wondering,
Did I do it all for me?