Every year, at the end of the Spring semester, I end up sitting down and thinking about where the entire year went. Rutgers day and Sacred Path are two of my favorite things that happen every year at the end of the Spring Semester. As much as I love the excitement associated with both of these, they also bring up feelings of things coming to an end.
We all have our own way of dealing with the end of things. The ending of an academic year means one more year of college that went by god knows where. One more year closer to graduation. One more year closer to leaving college. One more year closer to trying to get a job and setting foot in the real world. No pressure. Not scary at all. With one of my closest friends at college graduating this year, there's also this sense of all of us growing up. There is also a sense of uncertainty because we don't what is going to happen to each of us after this May and next may. Scary? Nope.
We're all dealing with our friend graduating part in our own ways I guess. Denial being strong. Repression being second strongest. Thoughts of his graduation lead to thoughts of my graduation. Fun? Totally. But there's so much more to do before graduating. The first thing being giving this year's finals to actually get to this fun thing called senior year. Whoever said Junior year is shit, was a genius. The last two semesters have been the best and worst semesters I have ever had. Also the weirdest. I met people and became friends with people I never thought I could get along with. Surprise surprise.
My mom was talking to me about something the other day on Skype, how expectations lead to disappointment. Funny how that has been a consistent statement all my life. Mothers teach you real life shit.
Not to say I haven't ever been on the opposite end of that where I have miserably disappointed someone. I keep bitching about people not measuring up to my expectations but I often forget sometimes I fail to do the same. And my apologies for that. I know it's not fun being on the side where people miserably fail at matching up to your expectations and are complete idiots. I apologize for being a complete idiot the few times I have been one, because face it, the rest of the time, I am pretty awesome.
I need to link my blog thing to my Spotify thing, so that I can bombard the world with the weird music combinations I listen to and my latest music obsessions.
Hopefully the gif loads. All credit goes to tumblr for ruining my night because I can't seem to keep myself from scrolling through it every half an hour.
We all have our own way of dealing with the end of things. The ending of an academic year means one more year of college that went by god knows where. One more year closer to graduation. One more year closer to leaving college. One more year closer to trying to get a job and setting foot in the real world. No pressure. Not scary at all. With one of my closest friends at college graduating this year, there's also this sense of all of us growing up. There is also a sense of uncertainty because we don't what is going to happen to each of us after this May and next may. Scary? Nope.
We're all dealing with our friend graduating part in our own ways I guess. Denial being strong. Repression being second strongest. Thoughts of his graduation lead to thoughts of my graduation. Fun? Totally. But there's so much more to do before graduating. The first thing being giving this year's finals to actually get to this fun thing called senior year. Whoever said Junior year is shit, was a genius. The last two semesters have been the best and worst semesters I have ever had. Also the weirdest. I met people and became friends with people I never thought I could get along with. Surprise surprise.
My mom was talking to me about something the other day on Skype, how expectations lead to disappointment. Funny how that has been a consistent statement all my life. Mothers teach you real life shit.
Not to say I haven't ever been on the opposite end of that where I have miserably disappointed someone. I keep bitching about people not measuring up to my expectations but I often forget sometimes I fail to do the same. And my apologies for that. I know it's not fun being on the side where people miserably fail at matching up to your expectations and are complete idiots. I apologize for being a complete idiot the few times I have been one, because face it, the rest of the time, I am pretty awesome.
I need to link my blog thing to my Spotify thing, so that I can bombard the world with the weird music combinations I listen to and my latest music obsessions.
Hopefully the gif loads. All credit goes to tumblr for ruining my night because I can't seem to keep myself from scrolling through it every half an hour.
