In less than an hour, I will be leaving the last class of my college career. I would say last class, period, but I was reminded earlier today that I don’t want to rule out taking courses from the community college for fun. Bettering myself for a better future, and all of that.
I won’t graduate until Sunday, May 31st. I’ll turn twenty two a couple of days before that. I’m not sure which seems more pivotal to me. Twenty two is a rather big age. It’s the point at which you move past ‘stupid young adulthood’ where you glorify in being grown up as though it’s a game that you’ve mastered. Twenty two is the first birthday where you are truly uncelebrated. You don’t need childish pandering anymore, and it’s not a sanctioned milestone, so here, eat a piece of cake and go home. I don’t think I’ll miss all the pomp of birthdays…I’ve never really gotten into it anyways. But the other trappings that go along with that age…I might miss that.
Graduation is an entirely separate animal. I’ll be the first of my close group of high school friends to be completely finished with school, and to be out on my own. I’ll be the first of my close group of college friends to plummet into the working world. I’ll be the last in my family to do any of it.
I have yet to decide how I feel about any of this.
Those of you who have graduated, how did it impact you? Were you excited? Disappointed? Scared?
Those of you who are still in school, are you looking forward to this point? Or dreading this?