So yea, being at home sucks

I wouldn't call myself sentimental, but for some reason dragging the last trash bags out of my room and vacuuming the remaining dust bunnies was sad, more sad than high school graduation. Maybe it's the thought of saying goodbye to freedom, the good times, and the constant good company for a couple of months or maybe it's the realization that one more year of the easy life is behind me. With each passing year I bring myself closer to the working world where there are no such things as free rides and summer vacations. Part of me rejoices in the thought of unlimited independence while the other would prefer to remain a student forever.

Trust me, I've devised numerous ways of delaying the inevitable, explaining to my parents why this degree and that degree would make the ultimate difference in my future and at times, trying to convince them to finance it. When it all breaks down I realize that I can't run forever and I lack both the brain and will power to be a true scholar. So I guess it's time to face the inevitable. I should probably stop complaining about over bearing parents because without them I'd be without a home, food, and an education...all of which seem pretty essential right about now.

So for a couple of months I'm taking a leave from academia and taking the opportunity to work in the real world. Call it a chalice, I call it a title, you can call me the supervising front office coordinator. Hopefully I'll encounter a little fun along the way, like on the weekends of something. So I guess as I unpack the final boxes I come to terms with the fact that the year is over. I'll take the experiences with me and come away with no regrets. Well except that I never got the phone number of my mystery-dream-lover-who-eats-lunch-at-11am-every-Monday. Besides that, there isn't a stupid comment, silly dance, night of neglected studying or an all nighter that I wouldn't do again. To all my party people - keep it clean & you should know that if I don't find you're arse on frat row the first weekend of fall semester, I will hunt you down.