A few weeks ago (close to a month) I realized that I could potentially graduate in December, assuming everything with my honors thesis goes as planned (plan right now being defend in May, 2 weeks after finals and before my second reader has to go to a conference).
So, I defend my thesis in May. I take an online class during the summer while working, and then take 18 credits in the fall (3 of those credits being an internship, and another 3 being my capstone, which isn't really 3 hours of work). It's entirely possible that of my other 4 classes, I could have only 2 in class classes and have the other 2 online. And BAM. Graduate in December.
December. That's 9 months from now. 9 months from now, I'll be done with college. Actually, that's a like. 9 months from now I'll be dragging towards the last few days before finals, then finals week, THEN I'd graduate. How scary is that?! I'll still be 21, and done, entering the "big kid" world.
I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I'll have a college degree, and I don't know what I want to do with it. I don't know if I want to do grad school anymore. If I do, I don't know if I want to do it the fall after I graduate, or wait and then go back.
I'm going to have to find a job that I can tolerate, until I figure out what I want to do for my career.
I'll have to start paying back all my loans. That's going to suck.
I'll be on my own, out of my parents house. That's just going to be weird. But I know that time is coming.
I don't know what to dooooo. Seriously, traveling for the rest of my life sounds awesome. But that requires money. And you get money from working. But with a job, you only get so much vacation time.
Bah.
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