This coming Monday starts the beginning of the end of my college career. At this moment, I can’t think of a better feeling. The last three weeks before the end of this past summer semester were, to say the least, way too busy. Of course, it was my own fault for procrastinating, but I’m so tired of being busy outside of work, my fault or not.
College had its ups and downs. I loved the challenge and I like to learn, but I’m not necessarily doing what I spent 5-6 years studying (referring to undergrad, here). For my profession in doing what I love, I’ve essentially taught myself nearly everything. Grad school helped to fill in a few gaps, but even there I wasn’t overwhelmed with useful information. I’m sure I picked up a ton more than I realize, though—hopefully.
Despite my thoughts on college, I’ve only got four months left, forever. No more projects, finals, group work, or summer semesters that span the length of two summer sessions. It’s all coming to an end, and I couldn’t be more ready.





