TBH, the only thing you might miss more than your girls is their closets.
What happened to the days of water wings, Disney-shaped iced pops and smeary sunscreen? Now that was real relaxation! I'm having trouble calling this a summer "vacation" when every day requires I get out of bed earlier than I did for classes!
My maturity grew ten sizes this weekend. Not that I had been acting like a complete idiot since I've graduated, but this is definitely the first full weekend with my maturity pants on, zipped and buttoned. Not to mention, summer really seems to be kicking its mighty heels in my face, and this combined with full-fledged maturity is something I'm not used to.
If I were to say “post-grad internship,” would you shudder in disgust or tackle me with five different copies of your resume and a cover letter proofread by Katie Couric?
Through a lot of self-evaulation these past few months, I've decided a lot of things (like hookin' up) post college are not too diverse from life as a
monkey college student. Basically, I'm still a hot mess that is trying to figure out who I am and what I'm meant to do on this planet (blah, blah, blah).
When I graduated from college, I told myself that I was never going to behave the way I had for the past four years. Especially since I was no longer going to be attending Thirsty Thursdays, Wasted Wednesdays and Tipsy Tuesdays, and there weren't horny boys lurking around every corner. Essentially, 'hooking up,' in all of its glory, was taking a gracious bow out of my life.
You’ve doubtlessly heard it by now. From parents, from professors, from older friends and siblings who’ve “been there.” It’s a sobering phrase that likely enters your mind right after you envision a post-grad summer of margaritas and beach hair. Not so fast with those grand plans, girlfriend. As everyone knows, looking for a job is a full-time job.
Lately, I can't count all the times I've bitten my tongue in a situation. When I was younger and I liked someone, I would blurt it to their face at Sunday school and we'd be dating the next day. Nowadays, I can't seem to tell anyone how I feel until the very last minute, or when it's too late. I recently ended up hurting someone because I couldn't grow the balls to tell them how I truly felt. How did I let it come to that?
True Story: No matter how bangin' your bod or how figure-friendly your outfit, there's nothing flattering about a graduation gown. But when you're standing outside as your grandparents snap 1,637 pictures of you lookin' round and squat in that rayon muumuu, you can at least take solace in the fact that you're not wearing this:
According to The Huffington Post, in a survey conducted only 44% of those interviewed believed that they would surpass the lifestyle they grew up with. And as one of those soon-to-be post grads, let me say that I understand this lack of optimism completely. The economy is still recovering. The job market is terrible. And companies are downsizing instead of hiring.
I've finally discovered that responsibility is more than just having it. While I should be responsible, I need to learn to step forward and take responsibility for things I do.
So there's a lot of things that come to my mind when I think about graduation. There's the week of senior festivities that takes place before, and the long, relaxing summer that takes place after. There's caps and gowns and diplomas and awards and speeches. Lots of speeches.
Lately, I'll be honest, I've been finding it excruciatingly difficult to balance my personal life and spread myself evenly across everything I feel I need to do. I understand I can't be good at everything (I learned that when I auditioned for choir....), but when it comes to balancing what's important in my post-grad life, do I have to have to pick only one of the five things I want to excel in?