My last week as an undergrad.
While the whole world seems to be freaking the fuck out cuz it’s finals week, I’m just chillin at home acting like I’ve got nothing to do. Technically, I’ve still got two stories due this Wednesday, a math final, capstone project and final news feature package left to edit due Thursday. Honestly, I wish my last week could’ve been a little bit more busy because I’m really going to miss the stress.
I also wish I knew what the fuck I’m doing with the rest of my life because I still haven’t gotten any word back from the damn Graduate Admissions about my application. I’m tired of talking to them every freaking week and hearing them say the same damn fucking thing every time. Telling them that I’m graduating next week doesn’t seem to make the process run any faster.
I thought I’d feel more excited about starting another chapter in my life, but I’m just not ready to leave. Four years have flown by so fast. There’s so many things I wish I could’ve done while I was still in college, and I’m jealous of everyone who still has so much time left. Academically, I fucked up. A lot. If I was on the five year plan, I no doubt could’ve pulled up my gpa wayy above my wack ass 3.1 gpa that it is now. But I owe that to my freshman year. Hands down, my all- time favorite year— free tuition, no sleep and nonstop bullshitting! HAHA. Although my grades super sucked freshman year, I wouldn’t trade in those fuck-ups for the world.
Generally, I wish I could’ve done other things differently, like kept my heart on a stronger guard. Plus, the whole “doing me” thing is so selfish. While I am a fan of it, I wish it didn’t hurt as much as I let people go. And I wish I still had the same relationship with some people as I did when I shared my first college experiences with them. *Shrug. You live and you learn.
And if there’s three words I learned within the last four years about life: It goes on. So cheers to my time at William Paterson University, the best four years of my life.
