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Positivitea Cup Twenty-Six: An Update On Post Grad Life

I graduated almost exactly two months ago and all I have to show for it is my cap and gown sitting in my closet. Just kidding. My diploma is sitting somewhere at home with the incorrect date printed in decorative script that I was too lazy to request to get changed. Besides, I think it's pretty funny.

It's kind of weird not having school, if I'm being completely honest. I don't by any means miss the work though, don't get me wrong there either. It's nice coming home from work and not having any class assignment to worry about. I love that I don't have to tailor my schedule around a few hours on campus. And I most certainly do not miss the 10 hour days slaving in the newspaper lab trying to make a paper happen every three weeks.

I'm still the same amount of busy. I work the same amount at the store and I have a second job that takes up about the same amount of time a week that my classes did. The only difference is that I'm now getting paid to be busy, rather than paying to be busy. It's a nice change and something that I found pretty easy to transition into. Plus, assignments are so much more enjoyable when they're in your field and don't have a grade attached to them. That letter grade system drove me crazy. Mostly because I got obsessive over getting A's, which in theory is not a bad thing, until it makes you a little koo-koo bananas when you try to achieve it in all five classes every single semester for seven semesters. But, that's all in the past now!

One adjustment that has been weird is using the past tense. I went to CSU. I don't go to CSU currently. I was in college. I was a student (but if J.Crew or Kate Spade asks, I still am...I'm not ready to let go of those discounts and I'm not giving up my college ID yet). It hits me at the weirdest time, especially when people ask me why I'm in Cleveland and not back at home. I'm here for school! But I'm not! So weird.

I've been on campus a couple of times since and every time it's, you guessed it, weird. It's only been two months and I feel oddly disconnected from it all. Was I really that ready to let go of college? After all of the stress that college caused me (and, you know, my own doing and penchant for creating mounds and mounds of stress for myself), it was time to let go. Well, not in the sense of Jack and Rose on the Titanic which I still have not seen because it's six million hours long and Leo dies at the end. In the sense that there's no need for me to be dwelling on it. It's true that college will probably be considered simpler times for me as I move forward in life, but man, I'm digging not having to get up for my classes at eight in the morning.


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