It hasn't quite hit me, but my college years are over
By Jessica Alexander
December 11, 2006 | As I step outside and take a gasp
of the bitter air, I realize this is my last week of
class. My last week. The biting December air makes me
think of the long winter ahead and how much I wish the
warmth would come back again. Soon enough, soon enough.
It still hasn't hit me that I will be completely done
cramming for finals. It still hasn't hit me that I will
be completely done planning out my classes for next
semester. It still hasn't hit me that I will no longer
be able to go to basketball games for free.
I will have a huge accomplishment under my belt and
that's what I'm going to miss the most.
I feel like it shouldn't be over just yet. The air
doesn't tell me that. Usually, you can feel graduation
in the air. Sunny days, warming up to 60 degrees and
sandals surfacing once again, even if there are remnants
of snow still on the ground. I always say, "at least
it's melting." Everyone is excited for the summer ahead
-- planning where their car, boat or airplane will take
Now, I'm planning on where the next few months will
take me, and that puts me right here in Logan. Most
college graduates are frantically trying to find a job
so their parents stop yelling at them to get off their
lazy butts as they watch the OC back at home.
"Come on!" I say. "Give them a break. They just spent
the last four, maybe more, years wasting time and losing
sleep while exhausting their brains..."
As for myself though, I already have a job. I will
be stuck right here on campus for another semester.
No classes, no papers, no APA in-text citations -- just
work. As a matter of fact working in the library's Special
Collections will be nice. I will get to be up in the
morning at the crack of dawn, work around the air of
higher education all day, and come home at five, kick
up my feet as I eat dinner and watch the OC.
OK, I refuse to get sucked in. I'll just stick with
"The Office" from now on.
And Jazz games. OK, and "Heroes" too.
I won't be here for the rest of my life -- believe
me. I love Logan and all, but the world is calling my
name; and I can only handle so much of that canyon wind.
I will, however, be here when the next set of college
graduates take the long walk down the aisle. I will
be here when the air warms up to 60, I will walk around
in my sandals in March, and I will be happy when I start
up my car next fall and head to Boston.
But until then, I have one Web site, one portfolio,
and one group project down. Now, only one museum exhibit
and two finals to finish.
My gas tank is empty and I'm running on fumes. Good
thing I've got AAA.
One week, only one more week.