Senior Year... wait, what?!
It seems unreal that this is my last undergraduate year here at King's. I don't know if I'll ever go back to school, either, which is an even stranger thought. I honestly love learning and often do enjoy school, but I think it's this format of learning that makes me genuinely question whether I will ever pursue a master's degree later in life. We'll see what happens after I've been working for a few years, but I don't even have plans for what I'm doing after graduation in May. Perhaps that's why it doesn't seem quite like the end.
Though I do find myself feeling and acting in a similar manner to that of my senior year in high school. I think it's both an increase of cynicism and friendliness, but a decrease in energy. I don't know if it's possible to feel simultaneously jaded and generous, but that sounds like the right mixture. Obviously it's not all the same, the biggest difference being the lack of hope, as in, looking forward to the next step. When I was a high school senior, I had a new place and experience to anticipate, but now, it's all sort of undetermined. It leaves me feeling flexible, which is positive, but it may add to the cynicism.
College is fun.
Though I do find myself feeling and acting in a similar manner to that of my senior year in high school. I think it's both an increase of cynicism and friendliness, but a decrease in energy. I don't know if it's possible to feel simultaneously jaded and generous, but that sounds like the right mixture. Obviously it's not all the same, the biggest difference being the lack of hope, as in, looking forward to the next step. When I was a high school senior, I had a new place and experience to anticipate, but now, it's all sort of undetermined. It leaves me feeling flexible, which is positive, but it may add to the cynicism.
College is fun.