I’m sitting here writing the last of my papers as an undergraduate at my college. I have my last final exam ever tomorrow. Then I have two days to clean up my thesis. Then I pay off all the fines I have at the school, so they’ll let me graduate and get my greasy little hands on that piece of paper that declares me an official holder of a Bachelor’s Degree. May 5th is the big day, which frankly I am dreading right now. The fear that seizes me when I think about entering the real world is the most choking, paralyzing thing I have ever experienced (save for September 11th, but that kind of goes without saying). I’ve been blustering and blathering to everyone else about how I know I’ll make it, and I know I’ll be okay, and so much other B.S. But I’m really just not sure at all.
Someone, tell me that it’ll be okay. Tell me that you had no idea what you were doing when you left school, and everything worked out fine for you. Tell me it didn’t work out. If you’re in the same situation as I am, commiserate with me. Give me some tips. Anything at all. Right now I think the thing I need most is to be reminded that I’m hardly the first person to go through this, or the only one going through it now.
Meh. Stupid real world.