Eeek! Last term before graduation. My schedule
seems a bit more relaxed this term, but my brain is
anything but. It’s filled with frantic freak-outs
— swirling panicked questions of what exactly am I
going to do once the end of school comes around. Job?
No luck yet. Plans? The only plan that exists right
now is to eventually make some kind of plan. So, uhh,
the pressure is coming down hard. And I don’t like it.
Nope.
I might not be organized — I’ve never kept one of
those daily planner things for more than a week, and
the disarray of the Pulse desk will attest to my lack
of cleaning skills — but I’m the kind of person who
likes to know what I’m doing in the future. Just ask
Mason… it almost kills me to make last-minute plans
to see a movie. So naturally, the blank canvas that is
life after June literally makes me want to throw up
the smoothie I just had for lunch.
The frenzy subsided briefly during spring break. I
was starting to calm down a little, but I just bought
my cap and gown, and the chatter around the newsroom
often revolves around who got what internship. So my
sense of “what the hell am I going to do” is renewed.
But I guess all this is normal, or that’s what they
tell me. I remember back in the day when it was hard
to imagine myself in college or having my own place.
And now I’m getting ready to graduate, and it’s hard to
imagine having an actual career. So I guess all I can
really do is wait for those rejection letters to start
rolling in… and hopefully, that one shining star of
an acceptance. Let’s just hope its not the night cops
beat… unless they all wear glitter and dance to show
tunes.