Finals are over, which means a huge sigh of relief,
And then a gasp of panic because I’M A SENIOR NOW.
Deep breath in. People graduate all the time. There are dozens of inspirational photos picturing smiling graduates with diplomas-in-hand, waving a fist in the air out of achievement. That’ll be me in two short semesters, including the fist. Then, I’ll tighten my metaphorical suspenders and take on the world with my nonstop chatter, full resume, and perkiness, like one of those female leads in getting-the-job movies. You know, like Rachel McAdams in Morning Glory.
But still, this can happen, yes?
People get jobs.
And people grow up.
It’s a simple and easy transition, right?