I can’t shake the thought that I’m a senior. Probably because it’s the cold hard truth, but as I told you guys in my Letter to the Class of 2014, I’m not ready. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how much things have changed since when I was a youngster and my main problems consisted of girls writing on my boyfriend’s Facebook wall.
I’ve been stressing out (not really) about Facebook and Twitter recently. One way to tell you’re growing up is when everyone that’s the same age as you changes their Facebook name to their first and middle name. Then, when you refer to that person in real life, you’re just like, “I saw that girl Caty Lyn on campus today, she looks so different.”
So, when am I supposed to do this? Can I wait until I graduate? Do I even want to do this? Not sure I want people referring to me as Samantha Mary… I feel like I’d need to get a nose job and drink with my pinky up to be referred to by that name.
I’ve also noticed that most parties are basically intolerable at this point. I’ve never been a huge fan of them just because I’d rather be in a smaller group with my closest friends, but at this point in my life if everybody else is going to a party I usually stay in. There’s something about being packed like a sardine into a loud, sweaty party that makes me want to sew a pillow instead or something.
Long gone are the days that staying up late and waking up early are doable. When I was in high school I’d go to bed at 1:00 a.m. and wake up at 5:30 a.m. to go work and be completely fine. Now, when I’m going to bed, I count how many hours until I have to wake up and if it’s under 8 my life is basically over. Sleep. Is. Life.
As your age gets higher, the number of days that you actually get dressed and try to look good falls drastically. I just recently realized that I was wearing almost the same exact outfit to my Monday class every Monday. I call it my uni (uniform), but now that I recognized it I try to at least change up the shirt, sorry Spanish 110!
Around campus you’re more likely to see running pants, a sweatshirt and sneakers than a put-together outfit these days, especially if that person is a senior. Refer back to the previous paragraph about sleep for the reason for this.
So many things change as we get older, and sometimes I definitely wish I was still in high school when I would get home from school after volleyball practice, eat a baked potato (it was a phase), watch TV, and spend the night texting my friends and worrying about stupid stuff instead of the big kid stuff I’m faced with now.
Things get harder as we get older, and problems become actually serious instead of who’s texting whose boyfriend (although, sadly that’s still a problem with most of us). Life goes on, though, and we get older and wiser and fatter and skinnier and better and happier and sadder and richer and poorer and so much more. There’s a lot to miss about being young but there’s also so many great things to look forward to, like when you can buy one of these for yourself: