With only two exams and a video recording to go, I’m nearing the end of my undergraduate career. I thought this time would come in a messy, frazzled manner with me hardly having any time to reflect or breathe, but thanks to stressing myself out the entire month of April I’m somewhat just sliding right on through this last week…
I definitely don’t think it’s hit me that this chapter in my life is coming to a close. Since I was 5 years old, I’ve only ever known school and for the last three years, waking up and walking to campus, staying up ridiculously late trying to finish papers, and studying like mad for midterms & exams has become a way of life. Luckily, summer vacations and part time jobs throughout the school year have been a brief taste of the real world. I probably won’t even notice until the leaves start to change and instead of buying pens and books in the early fall, it’ll simply be another week spent working 9-5.
I hope it’s challenging work though. Something that puts me outside my comfort zone, and is consider somewhat of an adventure, where I can write like crazy, touch people’s lives, and know I’m making difference. It might just be to pay the bills. But that works, too. Anything is better than nothing. Even the worst job I’ve ever had (I won’t name names,
valleyfair) had plenty of lessons to teach me, and I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t some of the most grueling work I’ve ever done.
I’d babysat and worked desk jobs before I decided to become a cash control intern. Heaving metal boxes out of compartments that had swelled together in the dead heat of mid July as quickly as possible, followed by navigating a heavy wheeled box through an insanely busy park was not easy work for a person of my stature. But I learned quickly the money was good, the work was manageable if you had a positive attitude, and even the worst of supervisors could be tolerable with a few great co-workers.
My point? I’m not really sure. I’m not sure because I have no idea where I’m headed next. I mean physically yes, I know. I’ll be living in Alaska: The Last Frontier. Fairbanks, in fact. The city of the midnight sun, gorgeous Northern Lights, and temperatures cold enough to freeze a girl who was born and raised in Minnesota.
I mean I don’t know where I’m going academically or career-wise. I don’t have a job lined up and I’m no longer fearful or ashamed of that fact. The possibilities are endless. I’m 21 years old with a Bachelor’s degree in Professional Strategic Communications (PR) and I’ll be living in Alaska in just over a month. Life is at my fingertips, and I’ll worry about all that other stuff tomorrow, or next week, or next month.
Today, I’ll reflect on my incredible college experience.
Minneapolis, you absolutely gorgeous city, you have treated me so well. Moving day will be bittersweet.
“To come home from another home is a weird feeling, because people expect you to be the person you were when you left, and that’s impossible. You expect things to be exactly the same as when you left, and that’s impossible. Maybe it’s impossible to even truly come home once you’ve gone away because of those changes. Coming home is strange, because now that place is just a tiny bit less of a home.”-Alex Brueckner