…Believe me, I know. When people ask me, “What are you doing after graduation?” I know they mean well, but at this point in the semester, I feel like it’s better to not be reminded of the countdown to the end of college. I often grudgingly respond with something along the lines of, “I’m doing grown up stuff… and things.”
It’s not because I’m unprepared. It’s not because I’m scared. It’s because I am dreading the weeks leading up to my walk across that stage. It’s because I am already involved in a boatload of activities and have to add year-end projects, job searching, portfolio building, hanging out with friends who are moving away, and apartment hunting on top of it all. It’s hard to prioritize everything and find enough time to enjoy my last semester. It’s discouraging, really. I’m just thankful that I was able to break away with some friends for spring break and I can catch a nightly episode of Mad Men on Netflix (*sigh*).
I know that when May 16 comes I’ll be proud of my accomplishments and the legacy I’m leaving behind at Brockport, but right now it seems so far off. It’s times like these that I envy underclassmen for being able to wear sweatpants every day, take naps in-between classes, and grab lunch with their roommates. (Thanks, Dr. A, for not judging me when I wear my pajama pants to class.)
In the end, I know it’s all going to come together. It’s only a matter of 45 days, 13 hours, three minutes, and 30 seconds after all. Hard work pays off, right? Until then…