The problem with being high on college life is that at some point your high is destined to come down. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always come down alone. In my case, my high has come down with a severe case of senioritis. The prognosis isn’t good—I think I’m going to have to graduate. Of course, I still have a semester left of undergrad to go, but I can’t help but take note of how differently people treat their last days in college.
For many of us, the reality is that we’re going to grad school in hopes that we never actually have to get a real job. Of course, the “G-School Crew” isn’t entirely made up of those who just realized the true value of an English degree—some people really want to extend their “education.”
While those “go-getters” are progressing toward the next level of schooling, others are ready to get the heck away from the classroom for good. Some just don’t see the values of any additional education. I disagree with that part, but I am always up for getting bonuses for sticking with school. Other “rewards” should include getting to drop in and “share your knowledge” with any class of students at any school of your choosing. Rather than just be guest lecturers, you’d be someone who has “been through the same fun times and eaten the same food that they did.”
The thought of graduating and having to “move on” is one of the worst topics you could ever bring up—unless you’re doing something awesome like directing full-length feature films. Of course, that leaves the rest of us to find other exciting things to do with the rest of our lives, like ritualistic reunions or vegetable-shaped origami.
With MFAT reviews and practice tests all cluttering up my schedule, I still find it amazing how some people address their final semester. For starters, there are those individuals who put the “super” in super-senior. These are dedicated kids who are barely enrolled full-time (if even enrolled at all). These “champions of procrastination” have a full load, if you include the 23 hours a day they aren’t in class as an “extracurricular.” The fewer the number of classes they’re taking, the more likely you’re going to hear them complain about how impossible those classes are. “Oh my god, my international relations teacher actually expects us to be able to identify Iraq on a map!” No, my friend, he only expects the people who will actually pass to identify Iraq.
Not everyone is as undedicated as the above example. In fact, some people are a bit too dedicated for my tastes. This would be the select few who thought it “might be nice” to take a course they aren’t particularly good in as a way of getting more out of their college experience. Choose wisely as soon as possible.
Regardless of where you are in your “preparation” for the next chapter in your life, I’d like to send out some love to everyone entering their last semester of undergrad. You’ve made it this far. Here’s to messing it all up at the last moment. I’m just kidding. Really, I wish you well.