The end is not near, it is HERE.
After five years of post-secondary education at The University of Western Ontario, I am finally entering that place everyone keeps talking about: the “REAL WORLD.”
No more staying up all hours of the night writing essays, eating greasy pizza while doing group projects on the weekends, studying for exams with my “Zen Calming” iPod playlist, or showing up for class hungover. Damn I’m going to miss that last one.
I am officially a Master. A Master of Arts in Journalism to be exact. If this was the PGA tour, I’d be getting a beautifully tailored green jacket that I could wear with my fave strappy heels and bauble necklace.
Instead this is the “REAL WORLD,” and now –gasp– I’m back living in the suburbs with my parents, waiting for a sign from the Divine, or more like a call from one of the countless places i’ve applied for employment telling me my dream job is waiting.
My feelings about this transition are mixed to say the least.
Sure, I’m proud of all my hard work over the last five years and the fact i’m finally graduating. I don’t really want to spend the rest of my life in school (at some point I will no longer be able to pass for 21). And I really want to start my career so I can make some money and establish myself as an adult in a fabulous Toronto condo overlooking the Lakeshore (or at least pay for my own cell phone bill).
But when you’ve been a student all your life and you’re used to all the privileges and excuses that come with being in school full-time, how the hell are you supposed to know how to function when you no longer have the word STUDENT following the comma after your name? And how do you decide your next move when you want to do about a million different things at the same time? It is the ultimate identity crisis if you ask me.
For now I’m just trying to put all these thoughts on hold for a few weeks and do something you hardly ever get to do…NOTHING. But it’s harder then one would think spending your days with your hair in a bun, organizing the clothes in your closet by colour and sleeve length. I just have to keep telling myself to be patient and use my time to read, relax, think about my next move and spend time with some great people.
Hopefully, when the day arrives for me to don my last cap and gown at Alumni Hall (June 14th), I’ll have a better idea of where I’m headed– even if it’s just for the next couple of months.