Today is May 5th. Many of you are wearing sombreros and chugging tequila graduate in a few weeks, or even days. (Did I just freak you out!?) Thankfully I’m on a college quarter system, so I have one more month of bliss before entering the real world. But still, there never seems to be enough time these days for everything I want to do.
I’ve always believed that change is a good thing. It can take you out of your comfort zone and introduce you to new people, new places, and new experiences that you would never have known otherwise. I’m all for change, really I am, just not when that change removes me from my carefree lifestyle of afternoon classes, friends, parties, and little to no responsibilities.
Being an adult means making a lot of sacrifices. It's about saying no to a dinner party because you can't afford to bring more than stale bread ends. It's about turning down movie offers because it costs 5 billion dollars to buy a ticket in NYC (and god forbid you want to see IMAX...bye bye, life savings!).
The New Year is here, and for those of you graduating in May, it's time to start thinking about the future (insert groan here). Probably the biggest question you face down as graduation approaches is, what next? You could go out and get a job, bum around your parents' place for a while, or you could keep the education train rolling with grad school
Recently, graduating from college, it seems, has sprouted a ripe mid-life crisis for the college student. It may not result in buying a convertible and a condo in southern Florida, but it does send soon-to-be college grads in a downward spiral as they freak out about their futures, their jobs and, well, surviving real life.
Well I passed another major milestone in becoming an adult this week. No I didn't learn how to file taxes and, hell no, I did not stop leaving candles burning when I left the apartment. Instead I experienced my first authentic stress-induced heart attack. Talk about being a grown-up!
All my tears, temper tantrums, panic attacks, stress-induced friend fights, and violent rages towards my parents turned out to be totally worth it. I'm on my way to getting a full time job. And by that I mean that I'm now working 3 freelance blogging jobs and making enough money to support myself for at least 1-3 months.
My third (and, god willing, final) internship ended last week. Even though I left without a job offer or a hint at a job offer, I did manage to fit some quality ballpoint pens, a stack of Post-its, and a pack of printer paper in my purse on the way out.
Lately it seems like Facebook is on a mission (aided by the company that sells prozac) to make me feel suicidal every time I sign on. For weeks all the status updates and albums were "lovin' summer" and "will it ever stop raining this summer?" I could easily relate to those as I was also experiencing summer and the torrential rain showers of '09.
Well, its that time of year again. Time to say goodbye to friends, your tan, and most importantly, those flip flops, as summer is coming to a close. Not sure where it went? Either are we. But it's time to get back into the college groove nonetheless. And well, that’s exactly what this week prepared us (and got us totally excited) for.
God, am I lucky to still be in college. And no, I’m not just talking about the amazing carefree, party animal, parent-less lifestyle of mine (life literally does not. get. better). I’m talking about the luxury of not having to deal with the real world in a currently not-so-great world.
This past weekend I was invited to a friend's brother's uncle's neighbor's housewarming party at a penthouse. I went not only because I liked casually slipping it into conversation that I was going to a roof party, but also because I'm constantly trying to figure out the secret to going from a post-grad intern to a real employee who can afford to pay rent on an apartment.
When I tell people I just graduated from school they automatically assume middle school and tell me that I'll grow out of my awkward teen years soon. And when they find out that I'm actually 22 they reassure me that once I'm older I'll appreciate looking younger. Like, great, when I'm 78 I'll look 75.