Three weeks ago, The Ohio State University basically broke up with me, pleading irreconcilable differences. The complaints? My liberal arts education has basically eaten away enough of my parents money, and me not having any basically makes me more undesirable than Kirstie Alley before her Jenny Craig endorsements. Now, I sit here, four years later, trying to figure out what the hell is going on and how college went by so fast. Currently, my life resembles something out of a Desperate Housewives episode. I have far too much free time on my hands, and instead of doing anything beneficial or efficient I just complain about my life, trying to find sense in my lack of responsibility. I bake cakes for nobody in particular, lay out as though I'm training for some Jersey Shore look-alike contest, and spend far too much time contemplating what pair of spandex I should go running in.
This summer is basically my last straw, my one last taste of college life before I plunge headfirst into the real world. Although I only use this particular term due to lack of determining a more proper noun. After all, what is the real world anyway? Does this term suggest that life up to this point was not, in fact, the real world? Was my childhood, adolescence and beginning of my young adult life all just some amusement park funded by the respective bank of mom and dad? Or some psychedelic mushroom trip in a forest where natty light grows on trees and class is just a time filler in between happy hours and beer pong tournaments? I for one, am sad that this magic carpet ride has reached its final flight. There is no denying that people spend years reflecting on their college careers as the "best four years of my life," and I am scared to death to be one of them. It is this thought that makes me so terrified of what else is out there. In order to not be one of those poor souls reflecting on the glory days, I'm going to have to kick myself into high gear in order to top the amazing experience I just had at Ohio State. Not only do I feel a sense of responsibility to my parents for investing in my education, but I feel a sense of responsibility to myself. For some reason, having fun has always been at the top of my to do list. Now that the keg is running dry on my college career, I feel a sincere moral obligation to myself to continue to party. Perhaps now that the last drop of natty has been pumped, its time to switch out that keg for one of higher quality. I have been having fun my entire life, and the only thing that my OSU prenuptial gave me was a diploma, not an endowment of boredom, why would I stop now? All over this cruel world, children are forced to grow up without ever tasting the sweet intoxicant of everclear in their jungle juice and thus it is my patriotic duty to take advantage of the fact that I am free to continue my commitment to having fun.
So this brings me to the question of the hour: what now? Besides my membership to the "im not doin shit, hbu" club, this summer gives me a chance to reflect on where I really want to take my career. Up to this point I have always known exactly what I wanted in my professional life. I feel like I have not had the luxury of free time due to an ample amount of work and internships and its nice to wake up in the morning and just lounge around in my underwear for awhile. After all, when I am old and wrinkly, I will not look back and regret the fact that I didn't spend this summer in my usual pencil skirt and blouse. Instead, I will think about the fact that I could still slip into a party dress, chug a beer in mere seconds, and dance until I literally didn't remember my first name. College baby, and that is why this is my summer in-between.
Meem
No comments:
Post a Comment