So…I’m back, just a few days away from my very last semester of college ever. It’s a strange feeling, knowing that this is the last time I’ll buy my school supplies, search for cheap books online, write down all my assignments, and swear to keep it together this year. Because when I fail to do so with all the grace and elegance I have in my mind, I can’t just say, oh well, maybe next year. Because there is no next year.
This is it, my last shot, my final semester. So I better to do it, right. With that thought in mind, I’ve come up with a few resolutions to guide me through my last semester as an undergrad. Some of these make a lot of sense; some of them are completely ridiculous. But I do intend to follow through with all of them.
1. Document my life via digital camera. I have never been the girl with the camera. Not because I don’t like tagging myself in massive amounts of Facebook photos, but more because I just don’t like the idea of having to carry a camera around everywhere I go. But this year, I’m going to make an effort to take more pictures, or at least make someone else take them for me. I’m gradating in less than five months. This is the end of the end. And these moments, the big and the small deserve not only to be savored, documented, in Facebook albums named for inside jokes no one even remembers. This way, years from now, when I’m super famous and my Facebook has been hacked to find out the minute details of my life, people can oh and ah over my cute outfits, love of mango margaritas, and inability to take a decent photo.
2. Skip a class and not feel guilty about it. I’ve taken plenty of “mental health days” in the last four years, but I’ve never managed to avoid that twinge of guilt that accompanies skipping class. Curled up on the couch, watching The Real Housewives catching up on my homework, I can’t ever help but think, should I have gone to class? What if there’s a pop quiz? What if my friend skipped too and I can’t get the notes? What if I misread the attendance policy on the syllabus and now I’m doomed to failure? This semester, I’m going to skip a class and I’m not going to feel guilty about it. So I’m a nerd. So what. Shut up about it, okay?
3. Invest in a work wardrobe. I love my skinny jeans just as much as the next girl, but I’ve begun to realize that pretty soon I’m going to have to start looking for some work wear. Dress pants. Pencil skirts. Button down tops that aren’t plaid and from American Eagle. Pumps that aren’t sequined. If nothing else I need a really great interview outfit. Something that says, “Yes I know I’m not even out of college yet and have little to no experience in this field, but you should hire me, anyway, pretty please?” Where does one go for an outfit like that? Probably not Forever 21, right?
4. Take things less seriously. So apparently I’m not the only person going through this whole senior year thing. What comes next? Why do I have to go? What am I supposed to do? Supposedly I’m not the only one who has these questions. People have graduated before me, and people will graduate after me, and they’ve all somehow managed to figure it out. (Haven’t they?) So I’ll figure it out too. Eventually…
5. Prepare really ridiculous answers for those questions about post college plans. Yes, the questions have started already. And no, I’m not any closer to having a legitimate answer. (Unless well I’ve been writing for some…and I applied to a few…no, I don’t have any definite plans yet…counts as legitimate.) So instead I’m going to come up with a few ridiculous answers. So far I’ve got (1) “I’m moving to Hollywood to become a hooker and live out my Pretty Woman fantasy.” (2) “I met this guy on my last trip to Vegas. We got married. So I’m all set.” (3) “I’m pregnant. I’ll be staring on MTV’s new show, Pregnant Post Grads.”
… I’ll work on it. Any suggestions?