No, seriously, where did it go? I swear to the heavens above it only feels like I’ve been in this semester for a month, maybe a month and a half. And now it’s gone! I gotta say, it doesn’t make me look forward to what’s going to happen next semester—the semester I graduate and have to get a job, by the way—because it’s probably going to go by in the space of about four days.
Meanwhile, I feel like I haven’t done nearly as much as I wanted to do this semester. I’ve worked a part time job, worked on projects, studied, had a couple of free days with my friends… that’s about it.
I wrote my Unit 2 tap essay about this phenomenon, where the college students of today are expected to do increasingly more things with their time while having less time to do it in. We’re still seen as these fun, carefree young people by the mainstream media. We’re seen as having enough free time to hang out at bars all the time, have parties, have a dozen relationships begin and fail, create a wonderful blossoming social life, yeah…
Not so much. After spending all day at classes and work and then studying, I pass out on the floor. Rich and varied social life? Gimme a break. Certainly I could have a wonderful social life filled with fun and free time if I didn’t have to try to cram too many classes and work and internships and clubs because today you need that much stuff on your resume to succeed. (Well, I suppose I might be exaggerating on all fronts, but I think I’ve made my point by now).
But I just wish my family would stop telling me I need to loosen up. Spend less time worrying about studying and get out there and meet more people. That’s not what college is like anymore. At least not for me or any students like me.
College is the best time of a person’s life?
I surely hope not. I mean yeah, VT has been great. But I would hope that after I graduate and struggle and finally land myself some sort of job where I make some form of money, that I would be able to have more of a real life. I would hope that a real professional life—which would ideally include having at least one night a week to spend with people I like without having to worry about studying for a test of finishing a paper—would be more fulfilling than scrambling around in the land of 5-page-papers.
And with that, I think I’m done being a complete downer. Sorry about the rant…