I’ve never felt more conflicted about anything than I feel about graduating. In one way, it’s made me very sentimental and nostalgic. I’m having a surprisingly hard time saying goodbye to my professors. I’ve seen some of them every school day for 4 years. I’m also wondering what the heck I’m going to do with my life now.
I briefly considered hiring a former teacher to follow me around and silently judge my every action because that’s what I’ve become accustomed to.
At 2:00 am last night I woke up abruptly, sat straight up in my bed, and declared aloud, “I have no homework due tomorrow.” That sounds like a very exciting proclamation, but it sat uneasily with me. What does one do with “free time?” Will I have to leave my house? Make friends? Take up a hobby?
I need to clean my house. My parents will be visiting my humble abode tomorrow and I need to make sure they don’t catch me living like an animal. (You know, like Heather did.)
I guess when it really hit me was after reading an email from a professor that had been signed “Katie” instead of Dr. ___. That was it. I’m an adult now, or something close at least.