100 days.
On the day of Senior Paint Day, I remembered my first piece of writing for The Campanil: a letter to the editor during Orientation ’10. Five years? Has it really been that long? Apparently so. I was so nervous to begin my undergraduate career back then. Since then, I’ve learned how to schedule nap time into my planner.
And now, it’s a 100 days until I walk across the stage and face this so-called “real world” that many adult folk tell me about. Am I ready for this? Do I know how to “adult?”
Some would say that I already am “adulting” because college requires you to have responsibilities and obligations. Others would say that college is just a transition period that lets one adjust from high school to “life,” because “life” doesn’t begin until you get your degree (obviously). I don’t know what I would say other than that all of this is too confusing and scary — every new chapter is nerve-wracking. I think that’s normal. I think.
I’m still preparing for life fully outside 5000 MacArthur Blvd. It’s intimidating not knowing where I’m going to be in six months. That uncertainty floats around in my head from time to time, and it will until I hear back from the grad schools and jobs I’ve applied to.
Waiting always sucks, but I guess in the next 100 days, I’m going to pretend I know how to be an adult, so I won’t be in complete shock when the time comes around to stop pretending.
