As these past four years come to a conclusion over the next several days, it allows me to finally sit back and assess what all of that time means. No, that doesn’t mean I get a break. It just means that around the numerous final projects and upcoming exams, I now make time to keep myself paranoid as to where I might end up after May 3—a date that all seniors have looked forward to. But as some things just begin in our life, others—thankfully—come to an end. No more required research papers. No more checking the grades, immediately pondering the best strategy to pose to your parents that it’s only midterms. No more walking into family events and getting bombarded by questions about each and every aspect of your life. From grades, significant others, classes and making sure that I have been at least somewhat behaved head those unavoidable, extensive conversation. We will now attend these sporadic birthday parties, holidays or get-togethers and will be another face in the crowd. Not that I am complaining or anything. It will be good transition to separate myself from a college student into a person making a living and providing. Instead of how is college, we will receive the prototypical inquiry, “How is work?” Throughout my last four years of being dragged to a majority of these events, I have listened to that answer more than I have thought about the questions thrown my way. But the answer that I wanted desperately to hear never came. Not once. Never. That symbolic, conversation starter was always preceded with some form of negativity. I continue to listen as people continue to talk about that day-to-day struggle that is their job. And then I wonder why. Why is it so awful? Why, instead of doing something about it, complain about it? But with each of these conversations that I have listened to, it has hammered home the fact that I owe myself to never go through that. The classic phrase, “If you love what you are doing, you will never work a day in your life,” is the motto I will always pride myself on. I never want myself to say, “I have to go to work.” Instead, “I get to go to work.” Never let somebody tell you that you can’t do something. Never let other people get in the way of what you want to do. With my resume being dispensed similarly to the rate of a popular vending machine, I can only hope to get that first opportunity. But I do know one thing: I am doing everything in my power to get that first chance. I am doing everything to hopefully one day achieve that dream. And the best part about it is that I don’t have to do it—I want to do it.

As these past four years come to a conclusion over the next several days, it allows me to finally sit back and assess what all of that time means.
No, that doesn’t mean I get a break.
It just means that around the numerous final projects and upcoming exams, I now make time to keep myself paranoid as to where I might end up after May 3–a date that all seniors have looked forward to.
But as some things just begin in our life, others–thankfully–come to an end.
No more required research papers.
No more checking the grades, immediately pondering the best strategy to pose to your parents that it’s only midterms.
No more walking into family events and getting bombarded by questions about each and every aspect of your life. From grades, significant others, classes and making sure that I have been at least somewhat behaved head those unavoidable, extensive conversation.
We will now attend these sporadic birthday parties, holidays or get-togethers and will be another face in the crowd. Not that I am complaining or anything. It will be good transition to separate myself from a college student into a person making a living and providing.
Instead of how is college, we will receive the prototypical inquiry, “How is work?”
Throughout my last four years of being dragged to a majority of these events, I have listened to that answer more than I have thought about the questions thrown my way.
But the answer that I wanted desperately to hear never came.
Not once. Never.
That symbolic, conversation starter was always preceded with some form of negativity. I continue to listen as people continue to talk about that day-to-day struggle that is their job.
And then I wonder why.
Why is it so awful?
Why, instead of doing something about it, complain about it?
But with each of these conversations that I have listened to, it has hammered home the fact that I owe myself to never go through that.
The classic phrase, “If you love what you are doing, you will never work a day in your life,” is the motto I will always pride myself on.
I never want myself to say, “I have to go to work.” Instead, “I get to go to work.”
Never let somebody tell you that you can’t do something. Never let other people get in the way of what you want to do.
With my resume being dispensed similarly to the rate of a popular vending machine, I can only hope to get that first opportunity. But I do know one thing: I am doing everything in my power to get that first chance. I am doing everything to hopefully one day achieve that dream.
And the best part about it is that I don’t have to do it–I want to do it.
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