6 Days...

The initial purpose of this blog will be to talk about men and politics, but for today I'm going to rant about graduating in 6 days.

I will be forced, drug, pushed, pulled, shoved onto oncoming traffic (graduating and joining the real world) next Thursday despite my complete unwillingness to leave this naive utopia that college has become for so many of us. Most of my friends, including myself, don't have jobs. We have no clue what we're going to do with our lives, never mind what were going to do in the next month.

We've attempted to prolong the inevitable by drinking away our last days with our friends, and procrastinating much more than we would have ever dreamed. Senioritis has become the Swine flu of my age bracket.

The sheer terror of leaving this campus which has become my home for the last 4 years, is like choking on a piece of your food at dinner and wondering for a split second if this is how its going to end. Absolutely terrifying. And to make matters worse, there is nothing lined up after this grandiose ceremony in 6 days. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to plan, no set goal. Nothing. Just an open space of time and little money with which to figure out my life.

6 days....