my knees felt weak!
As I left my final undergraduate exam and walked out the doors of the journalism school, I felt like I was wading into knee deep water with a fierce undertow. I nearly had to physically steady myself as the realization that college, the working part, is really and truly over. All that is left to do is walk across a couple of stages in a very blue tablecloth and mortarboard.
I immediately felt like the tenuous strand that had tied me to the university had slipped off in the waves. I've been straining for independence and complaining about how I'm so beyond the university's tasks and tedium, and now I have it, and I am over it. I'm not afraid, or worried, but... it's not like a birthday, where you go through what is supposedly a significant event and you don't feel differently. If someone were to ask me right now, "How do you feel?" the closest accurate reply I could give would be, "surreal."
The means to an end is done.
Now comes the fun part!
I immediately felt like the tenuous strand that had tied me to the university had slipped off in the waves. I've been straining for independence and complaining about how I'm so beyond the university's tasks and tedium, and now I have it, and I am over it. I'm not afraid, or worried, but... it's not like a birthday, where you go through what is supposedly a significant event and you don't feel differently. If someone were to ask me right now, "How do you feel?" the closest accurate reply I could give would be, "surreal."
The means to an end is done.
Now comes the fun part!