Two months ago, I started my last semester of college. As I woke up, drew in my eyebrows to fleeky perfection and applied bronzer to my face, I thought to myself, this is literally the beginning of the end.
Graduating college and entering the real world comes with some realities that'll be waiting there for you, with open arms to hug you hello, as you start your first job. I won't wish you luck -- because it's never luck that you need. It's determination, so I wish you lots of that.
Four years out of college seems like a Sunday afternoon nap. It lingers and occasionally it jolts you awake in the middle of it. But mostly, it's as if your newfound time in the real world is flipping around like a chaotic REM cycle.
Parents should really know better. Most of them have been there themselves. But as graduation season is once again upon us, we're reminded that parents can still be living in their own fantasy when it comes to what happens next.
Congratulations, after running on fumes for years -- pulling all nighters and cramming for your exams -- you've finally made it. You've finished school and earned your degree. But before you've even had a chance to catch your breath everyone's asking, "So, what's next?"
I find that the most engaged students may suffer these pre-commencement blues most acutely. It's precisely because they've cared so much that they may grieve so deeply -- during what they think should be a joyous period.
While you want to give them something useful to make sure they're healthy and pursuing their dream, you don't want to offend them by implying that you think they'll never make it. To help unblur the lines between inappropriate and amazing here are some tips!
I am in a limbo that I never knew existed until I was knee-deep in it. Certainly, it was never in my life plan to be, well... without a plan. The jump from student to CEO (or first female president as my younger brother used to say) didn't happen as seamlessly as I had imagined
It may be nice to take a hot shower without a delightful utilities bill condemning my next month's groceries list to Ramen noodles and canned soup. Then again, when I hand Mom my laundry, I am handing her my independence, temporarily.
The idea consistently presented to me is that really smart people go to graduate school; that's just what they do. So I should be going. This line of thinking is beginning to frustrate me. Who ever said that the top of the class has to go on and earn another degree?