We graduated! Ok well that’s old-ish news now. But my little professor looks handsome.
To a lot of people, graduating with a Bachelor’s is the end of the college experience altogether. I don’t really feel all that different because I’ll be back in a classroom in August for grad stuff anyway. Oh but I’m so stoked already to graduate with a Masters hood and regalia because they looked really rad.
But getting my Bachelors for me was a huge validation on all the tough times and struggles I dealt with in the last 4 years. Only a few individuals ever had real insight to exactly how much I stressed and cried and panicked. Grad school is going to be tough too, but I get to start over with a clean slate and without shitty bio and chem grades to fuck my GPA and confidence over. Plus I have a career path and know what I need to do and am excited about it.
Man, my parents and I butt heads so much in the last few years. It’s so nice for us to get along better without having them getting stressed out about me (and in turn, having them stress me out more). I’m thankful for the push and the concern, but more than anything I am relieved to be able to instill some pride back like I did in high school.
Special thanks to my boyfriend too. He’s the one who (tries) to keep me sane and helps me work through my panic modes step by step. I don’t know how I would have gotten through the last two (and probably the hardest) semesters. Having that kind of support is a really comforting feeling.
This post ended up being a lot longer than I intended. Oh well.