I just turned in my last final paper this morning, and I can now officially report I am done with college, which honestly is crazy, because I still feel like I should be a sophomore or something. But it’s true. Four years ago I was about to graduate high school, and now I’m about to graduate from college. Come to think of it, a lot has changed in four years.
This was me at high school graduation:
And this is me now. Okay, about a month ago, but still.
This is where I thought I would be working once I graduated:
And this is more my job prospects now:
I had rather high hopes for college me when it came to a love life. By senior year, I expected my life to be revolving around this:
However, my love life looks a bit more like this:
High School Me graduated with honors and a 4.0 GPA
But college is different from high school. Your goals in life tend to shift a bit.
There’s more to college than just academics. High School Me didn’t realize this. Everyone tells you that you have to make sure you study enough and use your time wisely, because you don’t want to get behind. But what they don’t tell you is that if you put a little less effort into an assignment or skip a reading every once in a while in order to hang out with your friends, you’ll have a lot better time. I don’t remember the ending to Moll Flanders, because I decided to go sledding with my friends when a blizzard hit instead of staying inside my apartment to read it. But you know what, ten years from now, I will remember going sledding. I won’t remember having to read Moll Flanders.
At my high school graduation, I (thought I) knew exactly what my future was going to look like. University of Missouri. Studying Journalism.
Now at college graduation, nothing is certain. I mean, I will have a degree from Mizzou, but apart from that I don’t know what life entails. Part of it is scary, not knowing if I will get a job, or even what that job may be, or where I will live. Who knows what will happen in the next four years of my life.
I could get a great job. I could still be unemployed.
I could live in Austin, Texas, like I’m hoping I will. I could be living in Chicago still.
I could be engaged or married. I could
still be single.
I could run a marathon. I could break my leg and never walk again.
I could develop a taste for olives. I could still hate them with a blinding fury.
The point is, I don’t know, and that’s alright. If there is one thing I have learned from college, it is this: things will happen when they happen, and when they happen, there is a reason for it. You may not understand it at the time, but looking back, you will see that helped you get to where you are today.
It’s weird to think that my life won’t be measured anymore in terms of years of schooling. Homework won’t exist. Summer and winter break are gone (sadly). I’m still trying to wrap my mind around all this. But I know that whatever the next few years brings will be awesome, and will shape me more into the person I’m meant to be.
I also know that in a few years I will look back at this post and think, “Wow, I was so naive, I didn’t know anything back then. What a loser.” Looking forward to that, Future Me.
So in summation: