As I finish my third week of senior year, I can’t help but think, “Can it go by faster?” I know, I know. Last week I wrote a sappy blog about senior year and “soaking it all up,” and while that is true, I also can’t wait to start my life after college.
I have always been the type of person who dislikes school
and wanted to throw myself into adulthood at a young age. While not everything
about being an adult is glamorous, like taxes and bills, other aspects entice
me. First and foremost, I love money. I love money so much that I believe the
song “That’s My Lady” by Baby Bash is one of the most romantic love songs ever
written, because what could you compare a woman to that is more beautiful than
money?
Anyway, I work while I am at school so I can fund my
shopping habit, and I would be lying if I said I never struggled to manage work
with school. My biggest problem is that I prioritize working over schooling,
which sometimes spreads me very thin. I work a lot, but I still have to fit
homework into the week somewhere, which results in long nights and crabby
attitudes.
To get back to what I was saying, I am excited for the
post-grad aspect of life. I am excited for the time when I have adult money
without too many adult responsibilities. There is a sense of freedom in making
your own choices and honestly, there’s something thrilling about the unknown. I
don’t know exactly where life will take me, but there’s a rush in imagining it.
New routines, new people, new challenges—all of it feels like an adventure I’ve
been waiting for. Sure, adulthood will have its hiccups and real-life moments
that aren’t glamorous, but for now I’m focused on the freedom, opportunities
and yes, the money that comes with this next chapter. Senior year is fleeting,
and while I’ll miss some things, I think I’ll miss it less than I’ll enjoy what
comes next, which may sound morbid to many of my classmates.
I have always loved when life dramatically shifts. I moved
around a lot when I was younger and was constantly changing schools. There were
many times when I went to sleep living one life and woke up feeling like I was
living a totally new one. In a strange way, that feeling brings me comfort.
Anyway, here’s to a speedy senior year!
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