My last semester of college was a busy one- Saturday nights at the Red Barn, three days a week at the Bank, and a full load of classes, which equals pure exhaustion. I am very glad to say that I’m done, and I came out on top. Thanks to my dad I have no school loans, a brand new car and a full time job, not mention that I finished my last semester of college with straight A’s.
Who knows where life will take me now? My junior of high school I remember sitting with my advisor, filling out college applications seemed like such a hard task- but picking a major my freshman year of college seemed like an even harder task. At 18 years old was I really suppose to decide what I wanted to do with the rest of my life? Those four years [well four and a half- but who's counting] vanished in a blink of an eye. At 23 [minus two days], I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. I’m glad at 18 I was told that I didn’t have to decide, but now that I’m 23, I wish someone would tell me that it’s OK to still not know. Although I will embrace the next chapter in my life, there is still some hesitation and uncertainty- but here is what we all get to look forward to:
paying my own bills
10 vacation days a year
benefits
a 30 year mortgage
children
20-something body + gravity = 40-something body
no more staying up late until 4 am just because
paid Holidays
You get the picture- but hey, I guess there is some good mixed in with the bad.
P.S. I am working – Merry Christmas Eve.
