*flops over in exhaustion*
I had a moment last night. The students and former students know what I'm talking about: a moment in which a college student, nearly finished with classes and faced with the dilemma of what Real Life on the other side of graduation might be like, falls to their knees in an overdramatically overwhelmed manner and worries aloud and loudly about THE
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Not that it isn't a big deal. It's a big adjustment. If you enter the "real world," suddenly you have mountains of bills, you don't have 20 friends in walking distance anymore, and odds are that your job will be a lot less interesting than almost all your classes were. Probably the hardest thing to get used to is that responsibilities don't vanish every few months and reset after a break. It just keeps going and going, like the Energizer Boring. I make this sound awful, but I still enjoy waking up from nightmares of being late on twelve papers and fifteen homework sets only to realize I don't actually have any classes, and I can go out or stay in or do whatever the hell I want with my evening rather than stressing and cramming. So far as I can tell, that never gets old.
If you do a grad program, you get to put this off for a while, but it's likely to be a lot more serious. Not necessarily less fun, but more sober. You don't need me to tell you this, but you don't want to enter a grad program you're ambivalent about, even if your parents will send you cookies thrice weekly, unless you're filthy rich or have a full ride. Some experiments are worth trying, but they tend not to have five-figure price tags.
Anyway, you'll figure it out, and in five years' time you'll be telling people (maybe little sisters you never went to school with, if you stick with sorority admin stuff after you graduate--that works for some people) how you made it, and how they're going to make it just fine too.
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