What It Feels Like Entering Your Last Month (&1/2) of School….. EVER.

Well now that there is only a month of school left, the realization that it is the last time that I will see a lot of my closest friends is tearing me apart. I recently accepted a job across the country, so no I am not just saying this because we are leaving school, and we are all moving to places only a couple hours away from each other. People would have to pay thousands of dollars in order to come see me.

With this being said, you can only guess that school work is the last thing on my mind. I am constantly wishing I had more time with my friends, and even though I need the money all I can think about is how working a part time job is the last thing I want to be doing right now.

Every time I’m in the library, and I see other students hanging out with each other having a good time- I just want to get up and leave. I want to watch movies with my roommates every night we stay in, because I know I won’t be able to after these six weeks are over.

I stopped caring as much about the way the house is presented, or if no-one has been buying supplies we need for the house. It just doesn’t seem to matter to me as much anymore, all I want are smiles and laughs between my roommates. I don’t want any bad vibes for the rest of the year

Now that I am only six weeks away from leaving some of the best friends I have ever had, I am embracing all of the things I would usually get annoyed, or mad with. Knowing I have been lucky enough to live with people that have made me laugh harder than anyone else ever could, knowing they have seen the most disturbing parts of my life.. and they still accept me, it’s hard not to feel a form ecstasy when I walk into my dirty house.

These people have made me who I am, have changed my life forever. I will accept there dirty little habits for the next six weeks, knowing damn well I’ll miss them when I’m gone.


Why all seniors should move away from home after graduation


When you enter College, you start to feel the first real step of independence. However, being broke and living only  a couple hours away from home gives you a pretty good excuse to visit your parents as much as possible. Your friends are dying to check out the party scene at your school, and you have been seeking their approval of your new friends.

College seems to be this thing we build up in our head… we will never see our friends at home again, everyone is going to change and drift away, my parents won’t be there for me to cook dinners and keep me on track with homework… blah blah blah.

However, when you get to college you realize its not like that at all. During the first two months of school, there is two long weekends most people go home for. You have a week long vacation in November. All the sudden it is December, and you have six weeks off from school in the winter that you spend at home. Then we are back for the short month of February, and before you know it, it is Spring Break. Then don’t forget Easter. After that, you only have a few weeks and it’s summer. In between that time, you have a lot of friends from  home coming to visit, and many of the other weekends you are leaving to visit them.

Therefore, we are not TRULY leaving home. We are distancing ourselves for a while, however bringing pieces of home to a new location, and often bring new friends, beliefs, and belongings back to a new place.

Moving FAR away after college, will sure cause you fear and anxiety. However, it’s a good kind of fear, a good kind kind of anxiety. You realize that now there is no running home to mom and dad when you get stressed out (or sick.. cough cough guilty). You realize that you are now a real adult. Living out completely on your own, and this gives you the true foundation for the rest of your life.  How you will provide for yourself, you realize what is important to you and what isn’t, and mostly you will get a sense of where you belong  in life.

Staying close to home after school, you will always meet people that know others from your past. If you would, you are always sort of living stuck in the sense of who you know, who you were, and the things you’ve done. When you move away, you start new. You meet people that have the ability to change you, because there’s no one  around to hold you back from becoming what you want to be. Plus, you’ll always be living with the thought of what could have been if you did decide to move away.

By taking the initiative to move far away, you are only bettering yourself. You are showing the world how independent and fearless you can be. It shows you are open to any new adventure, and in the long run will help you pursue career motives. People will admire you, and because of all the different views you have gotten you will become more innovative as well. I am a strong believer that there are people out in the world that we are destined to meet, and how can we be so sure that those people are in our hometowns?

Take the first step to the rest of your adventurous life, see what else the world has to offer you. See who else the world has to offer you. Most importantly, learn all the lessons and gain all the experience the world has to offer you. You only live one life, make it the best one it can be.

The Feeling of Accomplishment

So, March rolled around. I still haven’t had a successful interview, I was still unsure about what exactly I wanted to do.. meaning what type of position I wanted to be working in, where I wanted to be living, when I wanted to start, or how I would even pay for an apartment at the same time as paying back loans.

For as long as I can remember I have had a dream that I will move away after college. Both my parents are one of eight, and most of my family lives in New England. My cousins, more or less, are siblings of mine. Therefore, I knew that I would be back here later in life. I would miss them to much not to be. So I figured, instead of spending my whole life in New England I would get out for five or six years, and come back after I’ve experienced life somewhere else.

Dreams crushed. Every job I have looked at for an entry level position still requires two to three years of experience. My student loan statements came back, six months after graduation I will be paying nearly $900 dollars a month in loans. The jobs I was into did not offer relocation assistance. How would it be possible for me at all to be paying for an apartment AND $900 in loans a month? I started applying to jobs I wasn’t excited about, the feeling of doing something great with my life after college disappeared and all that I had left was the grief of never being able to do what I have so long dreamed of.

All of the sudden, it happened. I went to an interview I had been referred to from a friend. Upon entering the interview, something just felt right. I didn’t have any nerves, but instead I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. The interviewer and I started out laughing, making jokes, and believe it or not discussing nail polish… not sure how that really ended up happening. While I was in the interview, I realized how intense and amazing this opportunity really was. The job was more than I had ever expected, and I went from it being at the bottom of my “list of jobs I want” all the way to the top. I got an offer to get flown out to Arizona to see if I like it there, because that is where I will spend two months training for this specific supply chain and sales position.

My dream felt alive again, I have not stopped smiling and making scenarios up in my head. The feeling of accomplishment, and growing up hit me. All my work has finally paid off, and my parents couldn’t be happier that someone else saw how much of an asset I could be to them. Though I have not accepted the job offer, I have never felt so proud of myself.

A few days ago I was considering myself a failure because everyone else seemed to be getting it together. But no time is too late to get a job. When it happens it just happens because you have to wait for something that is meant for you. Arizona is somewhere I never really imagined myself living, but now that I have an offer from a company I could definitely see myself working for.. I feel like this is what was meant to happen the entire time.
Another thing that goes to show… whats meant to be WILL BE. Stop worrying about everything, believe in yourself, and go with the flow. We will all accomplish everything we have ever dreamed of.. if it doesn’t come out of the blue like it did for me it will come from perseverance and confidence.

Senioritis is Real, Even in College


Think back to your last semester of high school… remember how painful it was to do any homework? During that last semester most of us had already been accepted to colleges, we figured as long as we didn’t fail our classes the grades didn’t matter to much. It was a long three months of struggling to get any work done.

Well, it wont be the last time.

During your senior year of college, you would think you would be doing all you can to finish off with the best GPA, and finish off with a lasting impression on your professors. You would think that if you don’t have a job by March you would be rushing around trying to find one.. right? I mean, none of us really want to go live back with our parents after four years of being on our own.

Unfortunately, this is not the case. I don’t want to scare my readers but…. senioritis in college is ten times worse than senioritis in highschool. Except now, you have a lot more work that you are missing out on.

Going to such a small school, the friends here have become family that I have made after four SHORT  years. Believe me, I could stay here forever if it was just for the fun. But think about it, we are now in our 16th year of schooling. 16 years of having orders placed on us by professors, 16 years of feeling like our works not good enough, and 16 years of being over whelmed.

We have gained a routine after 16 years. Go to school for nine months, get three off. Now, it’s ending. We will be working all day from nine to five (without our best friends).  I think for a lot of us senioritis comes from knowing this is the last time it is acceptable to slack off even a little bit. I don’t encourage anyone to do it however, it is like a rotating cycle. First you slack off, then you stress out because your slacking off, and then you slack off some more.

Tips on how to end this awful disease “senioirits”, are more than welcome.