Choose Life

It’s the end of an era. As I near the end of the semester and the end of my degree, I have received an email reminding me that I am to move out of the dorms by February 20th. Apparently, dorms are only for students.

Change is scary. Especially when it all happens at once. Suddenly I have to leave the dorms. What do I do with myself? Find an apartment? Find a job? It all bears down on me like a heavy load… too big to carry alone, yet here I am, having to deal with it all at once. If it were one thing at a time it would be easier, bearable. But noooo….

After much hunting, I’ve found an apartment. It’s at the top of the price range I’m willing to fork over on a monthly basis, especially since I don’t have a steady (or any!) salary yet. It’s a nice place, close to campus. Why do I choose to remain close to campus if I’ve finished my studies? Most people run as far away from school as they can. I can’t explain it. There’s a certain pull keeping me close by. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this all to end. My happy, carefree days as a student, where my biggest worries were a 70 on an exam and not having what to eat in the fridge. Now I have to worry about finding a job, paying rent and bills. I have to plan out my future. Choose a 401 plan. Choose dental plans and health plans and eating healthy and low cholesterol and I’m flooded with the memory of a certain “Trainspotting” poster telling us to choose life. Yes, choose life.

Now that I have an apartment, I have to find a job…

Time Flies

Oh how the time does fly! I suddenly realize it’s been too long since my last post. I’m so sorry. And while I know that I don’t have a myriad of readers following my posts, waiting for the next one, eager to see what I’ve written, I would like to know that there are a few people out there who are happy to read what I write and look forward to new posts every now and again.

As for excuses, they are pointless. Regardless, here goes…

As a student, the worst time of the semester is exams. Suddenly weeks of catching up to do are crammed into a few sleepless nights as we try to remember all the minor details the professors said between bad jokes and even more home work assignments. I am no exception to the rule. I procrastinate most of the semester and then, as exams are upon me, I realize what a pickle I’m in. Especially when I’ve got three exams in one week – Sunday, Tuesday and Friday!

So, before I go back to studying, I once again offer my most sincere apologies in hopes that you will return and keep reading. (And I promise to blog on Friday, after my exam!)