Today, my countdown says I have one hundred and fifty days until I graduate with my Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Studies (with an emphasis in Creative Writing). One hundred and fifty days. That's not so long. I'm actually feeling anxious. Why, do you suppose?
When it was far away, it was a fun adventure. Now that it's around the corner, I'm filled with butterflies and a little dread. Just a little dread, mind you, but enough that it makes me wonder. I mean, I think I have most of my ducks in a row. Most of the stuff I have to get done, I can get done by December. So what's my damage?
I don't know. Maybe I'm having one of those, "But what if I get a degree and nobody cares?" moments. Maybe it's the dread of having to apply for grad schools, and knowing I'll be going through the worry of whether I get in or not. Maybe it's that nagging voice in my head (my father's perhaps) that education is a big waste of time, especially for people like me (read: female).
Don't suppose it matters much. I'm graduating and going on to grad school. It's a done deal. So, that's that.
I'll get over it. Maybe I should eat something. That usually helps.