I finished my presentation for class, and now I am home free until next Friday when I have a final at 12:30. I think I have a doctor’s appointment during my first final. I didn’t think we were peer grading the presentations we’re giving today, Thursday, and Friday morning. Whoops.
Working on sprucing up my portfolio tonight. I need to change some colors, links and SEO settings.
Take a look and let me know what you think? It’d help me out A LOT.
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I will be completely honest. I wrote and rewrote this post several times within the last 30 minutes.
First of all, the concept of time is starting to irritate me. It seems like this weekend lasted a week. It seems like the week overall lasted twice as long. I’m trying to figure out if it’s because I’m nervous as heck for graduation because I’ll be thrust into the real world, or if it’s because I’m ready to move to Vegas already.
That brings me to my next point. My brain keeps freaking me out. I start trucking along on all my schoolwork due this week, and just going about everything like I’m not graduating in under two weeks. Then all of a sudden my brain’s like, “Hey. Don’t forget to grab your cap, gown and graduation tickets this week.” That, of course, gets my heart racing and I start freaking out. Four years of post-secondary education is coming to a head. I did this for four years. That’s it. That’s the close-off point. “Oh, you got all the credits you need? See you maybe in the real world! Sayonara!”
This is it. There’s no more classes anymore unless I choose to spend money on a Master’s or a Doctorate. I have to get out there and get a job ASAP, and it’s daunting, to say the very least.
On the same hand, though, my brain also goes, “Hey! Maybe you can get some packing done since you don’t have classes next week except for a final on Friday.” It gets me excited, because while the school chapter of my life is closing, so is the dependency chapter. I’m going to be doing something everyone keeps telling me they wish they did when they were my age: moving away. All of my friends have come back to town or lived here after graduation. Most of them became stay-at-home mothers. That’s great. More power to them. That’s not me, though. I’ve got bigger plans than a small coal-mining town in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania.
Anyway, I’ve rambling on long enough, I think. I have a couple things to work on this week, but I think for now I’m just going to play a video game and try to unwind. Games and tums might just be my best adversaries the next two weeks. Wish me luck.
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