Three signs you're freaking out about life after college.
1. Any plans that are more than 12 months in advanced don't exist
2. In your head GRE stands for Great Road Exits.
3. Facebook has become a possible interrogation center. Friends and family must be monitored. Questions? There are no questions at least nothing in the future that doesn't involve drinks, shopping, or ice cream.
Having it all figured out, it's what we all want. What we all pretend to have but really, who does? Those graduation gowns, they terrify me... more than going shoe shopping at Walmart, or running a marathon in a bad fitting sports bra. That black graduation gown it's like a black hole, who knows what's going to happen on the other side?
Grad School? A Job? An Apartment?
Or living with my parents for an indefinite time while working at Pizza Hut?
That's a huge range of options. And it's terrifying. What happens if one tiny thing messes everything up? What then? Say your transcripts are sent late and the grad school you wanted didn't get them in time? Then what?
The year before graduation is a waiting year. It's a year of prep. Preparing. For what? For the rest of your life or at least it feels like that.
When there's time to think about it. A year worth of time. Maybe it's too much? Maybe all that prep time is just freak out time? I personally, don't need a year dedicated to freaking out. It seems so easy, so clear cut, for someone who's not going through it. But it's not. I wish it was. It's kind of like if Batman had to pick out a new batman suit and had a whole year to do it. Who will he be? Will he change it to red and gold or maybe not change it at all? What suit will he put on? And how many times will he be looking in the closet freaking out over which suit represents him?
I wish I was Batman. Maybe picking out a suit would be easier than picking out a life after graduation?
Grad School? A Job? An Apartment?
Or living with my parents for an indefinite time while working at Pizza Hut?
That's a huge range of options. And it's terrifying. What happens if one tiny thing messes everything up? What then? Say your transcripts are sent late and the grad school you wanted didn't get them in time? Then what?
The year before graduation is a waiting year. It's a year of prep. Preparing. For what? For the rest of your life or at least it feels like that.
When there's time to think about it. A year worth of time. Maybe it's too much? Maybe all that prep time is just freak out time? I personally, don't need a year dedicated to freaking out. It seems so easy, so clear cut, for someone who's not going through it. But it's not. I wish it was. It's kind of like if Batman had to pick out a new batman suit and had a whole year to do it. Who will he be? Will he change it to red and gold or maybe not change it at all? What suit will he put on? And how many times will he be looking in the closet freaking out over which suit represents him?
I wish I was Batman. Maybe picking out a suit would be easier than picking out a life after graduation?
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