Becoming a “Real” Adult

Do you ever have so many good things happen at once that you feel overwhelmed by it all? It’s been a while since I’ve written on here, but for real reasons.

The main reason is that I’m starting to shape my future.

Wait, scratch that. It sounds lame, not matter how you say it.

In the past month, I’ve picked my classes for the fall semester of my senior year; participated in room draw for the last time and got an awesome room; finished my first issue of a magazine I worked on for class and the possible future; applied for summer jobs with interviews lined up; survived Marathon Monday; and got my first internship.

Holy crap.

It’s just now starting to hit me that soon, I’ll be considered a “real” adult. I’ll no longer be able to use the college-student excuse where I blame any actions on my school status. I won’t have any classes to take, I have to find a job, and I have to eventually pay back my loans (which I’m already crying over).

I think I realized it was approaching once I signed up for classes. As a rising senior, I only have five classes left to take in my academic plan. Considering I only declared my second major last year, I’d say that’s pretty good. But it also meant I had to sign up for filler classes to continue being a full-time student. It’s also the first time since my freshman year that I’ll have only five classes instead of six, and one doesn’t necessarily count because it’s my internship.

Speaking of my internship, I received word earlier this week that I was accepted for a position working on the Jay Gonzalez for Massachusetts campaign. It’s crazy, because I kept applying for internships, I kept interviewing, and I kept thinking “I’m never going to find one.” But I did.

Life is moving so incredibly fast. My friend Cassie reminded me a few days ago that at this time next year, we’ll be ready to graduate. We’ll hopefully have jobs (for me) and law school (for her) lined up and ready once we step off the stage with our degrees. We’re going to be done with college soon enough.

I don’t know if I’m quite ready for this whole thing, but I think I can handle it.



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