A Chapter In My Life Is Coming To An End

Sometimes I can’t help but marvel. After 4 years of college, I am still working a job that could be done by a robot. I am essentially an office worker bee. Can I just say it’s frustrating and boring me to tears? I’m pretty sure I have more brain cells, brain power, and overall intelligence to do something more than type information into a database, sort and send out mail, and do mundane tasks that my boss doesn’t feel like doing on her own. I have to keep telling myself: 3 more weeks until it’s over. BUT it is some good experience- letters of rec, you know? And it’s true; I have 3 more weeks until I move out of my apartment. I’m going to move to my parents’ home for a little less than a week and then I’m leaving the Midwest!! The knowledge that I’m moving away from the only state I’ve ever considered home has been slowly sinking in, but I don’t think it has fully hit me yet. Maybe once I’m actually moved into my new apartment (which I’m paying a horrifying amount of money for), it’ll hit me. And knowing myself, it’ll probably hit me on the head with the same feeling as if a sledgehammer landed on me. Then I’ll probably finally figure it out that I’m officially moving on to a new chapter of my life, one I will title: Grad School.

In life, most of us have the standard chapters: Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and College. After college though, everyone’s chapters start to differ. Actually people’s chapters usually start to change after high school, but for generalization purposes, I’ll say college (of any sort). After graduating college, some people go on to join the workforce, others take a year off from school before returning again (working, running around the world, or just relaxing for a while), while still others jump right into more school. I would fit into the last category. I can’t say I’m completely happy with this decision, but it is a means to an end. I would love to take some time off, travel and learn different things that aren’t always taught within the confined 4 walls of a classroom. But I’m still not stepping outside the boundaries set by… oh let’s say, my parents… quite yet. They seem to have this idea that right after college, I should go to grad school in order to keep the momentum going. After a long of thinking about it, I decided not to fight them. It wasn’t worth it. (If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my family and how to deal with them, I know when it’s smarter and easier to just not start the fight.) Plus, I knew what I wanted to go to grad school for and they would be willing to help me out a little financially. Thus I will be attending grad school in the fall. The one decision I made for myself was to leave the comfort zone of the familiar Midwest. I decided to spread my wings a little and try living somewhere completely new for a while. Maybe I’ll love it, maybe I’ll hate it, but at least I’ll be able to look back and say I tried it.

We’ll have to see what I have to say after a month of classes- maybe I will be freaking out and will look back on this post and say, “Psh, biggest mistake ever.” Or I could possible say, “I love it here! Best decision ever.” Guess I’ll have to wait and see.