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I can’t believe I missed my own birthday/anniversary! Today as I sat at the sorority house while some of my sisters were getting ready to go out, I realized that I had started blogging this time last year.
I’d say a lot has happened in that year. I graduated. I got a part-time job, more gigs in the mag world, and into grad school. I learned to cook more things than just cheese tortillas (boiling water for pasta was a big step). I became addicted to Netflix. I had a random guy ask me for my number for the first time. I visited Boston. I saw some amazing concerts and signed my first apartment lease. I did some things I had always wanted, and definitely discovered some new things about myself.
I wasn’t ready for a lot of it. I’m not as ‘disheveled’ as I was in my first post– although I’m still quite uncertain. But it’s cool. I like where I’m at, who I’m with, and where I’m going. And there are a lot more unexpected things to come.
This never would have been a Saturday night in college. Where’s my life gone?
I also do other cool things like go to bed early (when I’m not working too much), spend copious amounts of time alone, go to movies by myself, talk to my neglected pet fish, and attempt to plan my meals for the week.
Never graduate if you can help it.
Graduating college in a shitty economy isn’t exactly conducive to the dreams I had when I graduated high school. But I decided to roll with the punches and apply to grad school. A legitimate choice, if not feeling a bit like I’m stalling. But my plans are slowly being foiled. Upon applying for the GRE general and GRE subject, I found out I can’t take the subject until testing opens again–in 2010. If you follow my problem, this means I can’t apply for 2010 enrollment. Which places me three years of out undergrad, and 25 years of age before I can get into grad school. Sure, this gives me the chance to thoroughly learn French. BUT STILL. 2011? That means I might be in the class of 2016. I will be so old. I should effing have a job and a life at that point. I shouldn’t even be getting a Masters. Might as well go for a Doctorate. So I can be Dr. Old-Cat-Lady.
Today I walked across the stage, Summa Cum Laude, and landed myself a Bachelor of Arts and a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism. I officially completed four years of schooling at a fabulous private university and majored in Magazines and English, and minored in Sociology. I received departmental honors for both schools, and was acknowledged for my numerous other things.
I don’t have a job, I’m intimidated by the grad school requirements, and I don’t know what’s in store for the remainder of my life…
But I’m ready. I am so ready.
My left eye defied authority last night. When I got home from my boyfriend’s house, it started crying. Just the slightest bit really–only a couple tears. A weak mutinous attempt that nonetheless threw me off. I’m not excited that five weeks out, parts of me are already not exactly ready to graduate. I have one formal,one street painting, two booze cruises, one and a half weeks of Drake 100th Relays, one crush party, four papers and three finals left. Not to mention a move-in date for the apartment that’s bigger than my bedroom, bathroom, “playroom” and “clubhouse” combined.
I know I’m not exactly ready to start all over again. I’m just hoping that my right eye has already come to terms with graduation, and it’s not going to be surprised come May.