There’s this date that looms in my peripheral vision, steadily approaching, often menacing; graduation. I try not to think of it it but at the same time it feels foolish to avoid. I’ve been in college far too long, longer than I ought to have been; and yet as much as I yearn to break free of it all, at the same time I just need more time. I want a do-over. Those first few years were just practice rounds. I’ve realized too late that this isn’t what I want to be…
When you’re in college, you can work a crappy job, and nobody judges you because you’re just working your way through college.
When you’re in college, you can live in a hole in the wall, and nobody judges you because you’re paying your way through college.
When you’re in college, you can be the biggest loser, but you still have potential. Once you graduate, the potential seeps away from you, like half life draining, until you’re nothing but a loser in a dead end job and a crappy apartment. And student loans to pay.
What’s my half life? 42 days and counting and I don’t know what I want to be.
