That’s right…one more month(ish) until I finish school. I am so close and my body/brain knows it.
I am so tired. People always tell you that college is exhausting but you don’t really know what they mean until you get to the end of your last semester.
I had no idea just how bad it would be.
Let me just say, if people are asking you if you are okay or if you are feeling well all the time…that probably means you are exhausted.
When I say I am exhausted, I don’t mean just tired and need a nap.
No. I mean my brain is literally smushed. I mean I can’t remember if the semester is on Fall break or not. I mean I cry about absolutely nothing except for the fact that I am tired.
I mean that graduation is not the most exciting part for me. It is the fact that I don’t have to be in school anymore.
At school they tell you that at least eight to nine hours have to be spent a day on school stuff. I repeat…eight to nine. That is a full work day.
On top of that the teachers don’t care if you are a working student most of the time.
Gwyneth Doland Parker, my Journalism teacher, was one of the rare few who did care.
Which, I would not be here at the Observer without her. Thank you Gwyneth.
No, I am not saying college has been a complete and total bomb. But I think some recognition goes a long way.
Working students need to know they are doing a good job. They need to know that they are important and that the school work actually means something.
Most importantly, they don’t need to be yelled at when they stumble a little.
So, parents…teachers…people that aren’t in college…please take it easy on us.
We are trying hard to succeed in life.