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The Blue & Gray Press | November 20, 2017

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That's What She Said…

By MEGAN GRIGORIAN

With graduation a little more than a month away, reflecting on my college experience has become a daily, eh, hourly activity.

Talks with friends no longer include mindless gossip or plans for the weekend; my future is all I can offer to conversation.

Long gone are the days of witty banter and a friendly “What’s up? Did you see “Dancing with the Stars” last night?”

Instead a disgruntled “Hey, did you find a job yet?” is usually protocol.

Not to mention, we can never end a conversation with “remember that time…” or “I’m so stressed out about next year.”

My college years were filled with idealistic fantasies of backpacking through Europe, cruising the Caribbean and moving to New York to live the Bohemian life.

Instead, I’m face to face with the reality of becoming a statistic as a boomerang kid.

Senior year has been more of a transitional period into the “real world” than a last hoo-rah of crazy shenanigans.  Late night parties and barhopping have been replaced with cups of tea and a 10 p.m. bedtime.

I hit a new low last weekend when I swore “Saturday Night Live” had changed times because it seemed impossible to stay up until 11:30 p.m.

When the people in the upstairs apartment had a party, I seriously considered knocking on their door in my snowflake pajamas to tell them to keep it down.  Then I realized it was 9:00.

While I am making the move from 21-year-old college senior to 85-year-old senior citizen quite quickly, I still think I am completely unprepared for the overwhelming amount of changes that walking across the stage in May will bring.

As much as I complained about Seaco’s stench and the Nest’s tuna sandwiches, I know I’m going to miss the endless supply of free food at any hour throughout the day.

Moving back in with my parents was never on the top of my To Do list. I equated living in my bedroom where my puppy poster still hangs on the wall with defeat.

But the more I get tiny doses of life as a contributing member of society, the more the comforts of home become appealing.

As uncertain as everything is right now, I’m trying to make these last few weeks of school worry free.

The last semester of college should be one to remember – for the good times, not the stressful ones.