Okay, so three weeks in (more or less), senior semester. It only took me 6 years to get here. Don’t get me wrong, I have loved every bit of it. I’ve kind of found my niche, I found a degree and something I could be passionate about, I’ve made amazing friends that, without the extra time that I have spent here, I would never have gotten to know. God, am I ready to be done, though.
Except…it’s scary. This whole trying to find my first job thing. The whole “I guess that I’m supposed to have my life together by this point” thing. I swear, I am so not ready for all of this adult stuff, and I feel like I’m nowhere near old enough to be dealing with this…and I’m two years older than some of the others graduating and going out into the real world. Except for looking at apartments in the city where I have job interviews, that’s super fun. Although, I wouldn’t have a job interview unless my friend had shoved me to send the company my resume. Again, back to that whole ‘6 years and I still don’t really know what I’m doing’ thing.
(actual picture of me dealing with my stress rn)
That’s the thing, though, We forget sometimes that, as seniors, we don’t have to. It’s not a requirement that we have our entire world figured out. A lot of times, we forget to leave our options open. My backup plan is grad school if I don’t actually get a job. Just….don’t narrow yourself down too early, and remember to stick with those friends you have. Like I said, I owe that interview to a friend, who reviewed my emails for sending in the resume and accepting the interview offer, and probably would have kicked my butt if I hadn’t actually sent it.
(actual picture of my friend yelling at me)
And talk about the amount of work! At least for me. Whoever said that senior semester was easy wasn’t trying to work and take 15 credit hours at the same time. I definitely am having to work about 12 hours a day to make sure that I don’t get behind on even the minor amounts of classwork that I have now. I don’t even what to think about the heavier load later in the semester. That’s future me’s problem. Thank god for friends with coffee, food, and dealing with the minor panic attacks that I have occasionally (or daily, if I’m being honest).
The point is, we have a lot on our plates and a lot of expectations on our shoulders from everyone else around us. Remember that this is our last semester of college, and don’t forget to have fun around the work and generalized panic when asked the question, “so what are you doing after graduation?”
Cheers and in the words of Effie Trinket: