When I was a senior in high school, I took a creative writing class. One of the things we had to do in that class was keep a daily journal (with the exception of the weekends). The first part of the class was devoted to copying down a word of the day, a quote of the day and writing about a prompt. All of us who were taking the class were seniors and so the prompt of the day was to write about the last first day of high school.
So here I am, four years later, writing about my last first day of college. How crazy it is to see how fast four years can go – that’s what they all say, right? I mean, that’s exactly how I felt when I started my last year of high school. And really, that’s how it should be right? I mean, we’re put into a similar situation every single time. In high school you’re an upperclassman, you know the ins and outs of the system, you feel on top of the world, you’re excited to end the year right, go out with a bang and at the same time you just wish it would end so you could move on. Then when it’s the last first day of college, you’re once again at the top of the food chain, you know the drill, you feel on top of the world, you’re excited to end the year right, go out with a bang but this time you don’t really want it to end because you know you’ll be slapped with a huge pile of college debt as a reward for all your hard work and you’ll be thrown out into the real world.
Right now I’m still on the happy-go-lucky side of things. The part where I graduate hasn’t really sunk in yet – which I plan to take full advantage of as I try and make this year the best it can possibly be and make that my focus…until next semester when I have to start calling myself a professional.