Just Shoot Me

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I absolutely hate this saying. I don't know why, but I do. It is true that I can make the decisions today that could make or break my future. I could take a step towards something new and exciting, or I could take a step back and abandon my hopes and dreams for a chance to breathe. Still, I can't help but feel like taking this approach is leaving the life I've lived before today behind.

That being said, today was the first day of my final semester at West Virginia State University. Today was absolute hell. From work to school to work to school to work, I spent more time driving today then anything else. An hour to work, another 20 minutes (give or take to school), 20+ again, 20+ again, and another hour. It does not need to be said that I am completely exhausted. Several times today I've thought to myself, "What the HELL are you doing? You're going to kill yourself! Is it even worth it?" And then the writing prompt came, and the introductions came, and I realized that I've got my crap together, and that's a bonus for most college students. Dr. BP tells everyone, "You'll think you have more free time after you graduate, but you don't." In my case, I beg to differ.

I have no idea what's going to happen after I graduate (our writing prompt from Senior Seminar), but I know I'm doing everything I can today to make it a better life than what I'm currently living. Seventeen weeks. That's all I have left - 17 long weeks, 5 more classes and then I'm done. I'm sure I'll feel better if and/or when I get word about graduate school or hear from prospective employers, but for right now I'm living for these 17 weeks. Today is the first day of the rest of my life? Right now I think it's the first day of my next 17 weeks, my last 17 weeks of college at WVSU.