“These are not the best four years of your life.”
A professor had never unknowingly given me so much freedom. These are great years, she said, but definitely not the “best.” College is a special time and place not to be taken for granted, but how sad it would be to assume it’s all down hill after graduation.
In fact, I’m finding that as graduation approaches (i.e. December. i.e. 7 months from now), the more opportunities continue to arise. Or maybe it’s just that Mercury is out of retrograde?
In the past years, I take some time for self-reflection, usually during my finals week preceding summer. The past “reflections” have taken the form of either goals (you know I love them) or lessons learned. But to reduce this year to a simple list feels wrong. It was more difficult than something that can be systematically simplified.
I’m always surprised by how much can change in a single school year. This year was no exception — actually, more so true than the past two years combined. Maybe it’s because adulthood is staring at me from across the room? Or possibly because my “real life” is sitting like a subway car just waiting for me to hop on to go?
There were failures, and there were successes. I’m still celebrating landing an internship that still feels too good to be true, like I’m just waiting to wake up from a dream. The dream. But maybe that’s just growing up? Two steps forward, three back, one and half forward again. As long as the sum of my steps result in a positive number, then I’m doing something right.
So long junior year. Nice knowing ya.
Image via Vogue 1994 by Steven Meisel.