Has it really been two years since I walked across a big stage in front of a crowd of thousands to receive that expensive piece of paper?
Seems like yesterday.
I can't quite put into words the feeling of melancholy I get when thinking back on college. Lord knows I've spent a lot of time pretending like I'm still in it. But it will never be the same as when I was experiencing it for myself. The mistakes, embarrassments, nights of wreckless abandon, traditions, friends who became family, football games, even the major I hated. They were precious times, I tell you.
This weekend the Class of 2011 graduates from Texas A&M University and goes forth into the world as former students. They have so much to look forward to, yet so much to let go of. Real life is hard, yet beautiful in its own way. I am still resisting, in so many ways, becoming a true "adult," and I can't figure out if this is okay or not.
I feel like I can't be the only one out there who has issues letting go of these memories. Call me pathetic, but I wouldn't mind being stuck in college for a little while longer. Well, only if it meant that upon finally leaving, I'd meet the world with my dream job handed to me and life completely hunky dory. No? Damn.