In three days I will be walking across a stage in Bramlage collesium in order to receive my diploma. (Kind of, the diploma actually comes in the mail a few weeks… er, months, later.) Only three days, and I still can’t process that I’m actually graduating. What happened to my infinite youth!?
In all honestly, going to college was like a brief trip in Neverland. You befriend lost students, party with people from all backgrounds, and occasionally battle an exam, or worse, a group project. And the exams, like captain hook, are often accompanied with the inevitable ticking clock.
I have multiple friends with plenty of time left in college. Isn’t that the life? Neverland forever. When telling people that I’m graduating early I often lament that my time here was cut short. I “messed up” and took too many classes. I’m running out of money for tuition.
However, with a fantastic internship ahead of me, as well as a few other adventures planned, I have to admit that graduating early wasn’t an accident. I perform best when I’m extremely busy. I have a strange love for the responsibility and accountability involved. I can’t wait to prove myself, not with multiple choice tests, but actions. In a society when the average time in college is 5 years, I finished in 3.5. I’m proud of that.
I guess that makes me Wendy. I will always love Neverland, but in the end, I’m ready to see what’s in the real world.
Well, that, and I’m running out of money. 😉