It's not you, it's me
With my graduation less than a month away, I was all set to get emotional. I had my list of teary-eyed goodbyes and encouraging tales of how satisfying it feels to actually meet job requirements after years of being a work in progress. Honestly though, once I finally got the chance to convey all of this through my last opinion column, I just couldn't do it.
Sitting down in front of a blank Word document, all I could think about was how I've spent the last year surrounded by homework, encased in a carbonite-esque stack of papers like I was the academic version of Han Solo. There was no feeling of sentiment. The only thing I ended up feeling was regret and annoyance. After all, even as I'm writing this, I still have a slew of never-ending papers and projects to deal with.
Granted, I love that I've gotten to pad my resume over the years by being here. If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have been able to work at The Chronicle and find what jobs truly made me passionate. I love working, and I love writing and editing even more, but when the sole focus of my education has been being able to work an on-campus job, it's a little more than disappointing.
I'm not going to go home after my graduation ceremony and think about how much I miss having homework. Who does that? Am I really going to have the sudden urge to make a PowerPoint presentation amongst all of the celebration and relaxation of my now student-free household? Of course not.
That doesn't mean I won't miss the input of or social interactions with my classmates and professors. Most of them are wonderful people, and it's going to be weird not running into those like Nathyn Gibson and Carol Wolfe that have become part of my daily routine over the years.
But I won't miss the uninspired homework assignments or the feeling of utter terror every student experiences when faced with the disparaging remarks of a peeved professor. That kind of stuff can stay in my nightmares right alongside paying back my student loans.
So yeah, while parting is such sweet sorrow and I may be bidding you adieu, know that I'm doing it so I don't keel over and die from sheer exhaustion. It's better I have the time of my life running around playgrounds and jumping into the fray of a fantastic career field now than make myself so burnt out on Blackboard that I'm ready to rip out someone's spine.
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