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.

This weekend I went to visit some friends back at college to celebrate one of my old roommates', Rena's, birthday.  I woke up at an awful hour on Friday morning and hopped on a bus...stylish, I know.  There was free wireless on the bus, unfortunately, it made me car sick so after about 10 minutes, I had to put the computer away.  No one sat next to me on the bus, so even though we had to pull over at one point so the driver could fix his side mirrors (this was after we'd been on the bus for over an hour, I couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't been able to see that whole time), I couldn't complain.  I surprised my roommate and then the next night we had a party for her.  It was good to see her and my other roommates; I was glad I decided to go.

I realized that while I'm out here in New York and my friends are either interning while living on campus or going to class, I forget that I'm still a student.  Normally I am glad to be away from school and love being able to work and get a taste of what's ahead of me.  The closer I get to graduation though, the more I want to stay in school and take it easy.  It was a nice to be reminded that college awaits me when I'm done here, and I get one last 4 month chance to do homework instead of work late nights on a deadline.  Or to call people all day to plan a fun Friday night out instead of spend the day on a conference call.  I'm not saying I want to be in school forever, but sometimes you have to pull over and adjust your mirrors to get a better view of where you've been, and where you're headed..