A month from tomorrow I walk across a make-shift stage, receive a mock piece of paper (the real one is apparently mailed to me), and sit in a black grim reaper robe. A month from tomorrow I graduate. It is not my aim in this post to be one of those 'freaking out graduates with no idea of what there going to do...' I am simply going to try and write what it is I feel with regards to this transition.
At first glance I know that I am going to miss the structure of school. I am going to miss the routine of it. I will miss the way it seemingly controls the structure of my life. I am a student. I have been a student for sixteen years of my life. And in one quick, yet monumental walk, I am going to no longer be a student, in the University sense of the word.
And with this notion mentioned above, to fill the void of School, I will rely, at least its 'what I'm supposed to do"--is find a job. I am currently employed however would like to find a more lucrative job. And finding this lucrative job is another looming obstacle.
My roommate has been in the job search for over a month and nothing is panning out for him. This has not helped to encourage me.
In these months in Kansas City I will hopefully grow in a way that challenges me and makes me become more comfortable. I will be able to invest in people and relationships more diligently and intentionally. I am hopeful in cultivating a plan that allows me to grow, to see the world, to explore, and to reach.
Its been quite a ride though.
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