Intern Chick

So I moved outta New York, celebrated a few holidays and a birthday, and before I knew it, I was unloading my things into my on-campus apartment.  Oh, how I love/hate school.  Learning about all kinds of things I will never actually use?  Reading textbooks for no reason?  Taking notes I'll never study with?  Love it.  Group projects?  Three hour long classes?  Students who think they know better than you and the professor?  Random, pointless, guest speakers?  Hate it.  But like I've said again and again, there are always going to be things you don't want to do.  

I'm graduating in May.  It's going to come quicker than I know it, and though I'm not yet scared, I sure as hell am not counting down the days either.  This is the start of my last semester.  In August I started this blog at the start of my last internship.  I feel like all these chapters in my life are ending and nothing new is starting.  Its been a really long time since I've been at the point where one book is closing and another is just being written.  Its a really scary place to be. 

I used to play this game when I was little called Thin Ice.  In the game, you put wet marbles on a tissue using tongs; eventually the tissue gets too damp and if the marbles fall through while the tongs are in your hand, you lose.  That's kind of how I feel right about now--that at any minute, the bottom is going to drop out and I'm going to lose.  Lose at what?  I don't know.  Could be anything, maybe even something I want to lose at.

Don't get me wrong, I'm in love with the excitement of the whole thing.  I kind of feel like when you spend all day at the boardwalk in the arcades and finally get to cash in all your tokens and tickets for the biggest prize there is.  All these years of hard work are redeemable for one, big prize.  I'm just a little worried I'm going to take the prize home and realize its not all it was cracked up to be.

These are just my thoughts as a college girl 4 months away from walking out of here with my diploma in one hand and my resume in the other.  I think I'll always be an intern at heart.