The beginning of the end...but not the end of the world
Mary Czar
Issue date: 1/23/07 Section: Opinion
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So this sucks.
One semester left, seniors, and judging by the slim number of "last first" away messages I saw on move-in day and the first day of class, many of you haven't realized the true extent of the suckage we now face. This is really, truly, unfortunately it, and something about it sucks extraordinarily.
(You know it's bad when you have to change into huge sweatpants, light six illegal candles, and pop a delectable $3 bottle of red wine on a Friday night to make your reflections even bearable.)
If you happen to be one of those seniors who has a job lined up -- who can't stop talking about how many thousands of dollars you're going to make, who has an apartment and an M.B.A. package and a future fiancé and a farm animal border picked out for your child's nursery room walls -- put down the paper and walk away. Please, for the sake of my undeveloped potential that wants to puke all over your contract, stop reading now.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
The reality of this last semester seems to have put a slight cynical damper on my sense of humor. Sorry.
There are pressures for you guys, too. There are pressures, and bittersweet moments, and belligerently drunk moments in absolute desperation to hold on to "Now" before "The Future" abducts your life, just as there are for the rest of us underachievers who experience heart palpitations every time someone asks, "What are you doing after graduation?"
The fact is, future plans or no, seniors one and all are facing a crossroads. Come May, our lives will be infinitely changed, and we will never have the opportunity to relive the flee-ting moments that fill the few months ahead.
You've spent your college career building to this last hurrah.
Will you do something worthwhile? Will your memory last on this campus the same way the campus's memory will last in yours? Will you look back in contentment, having sucked every juicy morsel of life out of each fading moment of your college career?
One semester left, seniors, and judging by the slim number of "last first" away messages I saw on move-in day and the first day of class, many of you haven't realized the true extent of the suckage we now face. This is really, truly, unfortunately it, and something about it sucks extraordinarily.
(You know it's bad when you have to change into huge sweatpants, light six illegal candles, and pop a delectable $3 bottle of red wine on a Friday night to make your reflections even bearable.)
If you happen to be one of those seniors who has a job lined up -- who can't stop talking about how many thousands of dollars you're going to make, who has an apartment and an M.B.A. package and a future fiancé and a farm animal border picked out for your child's nursery room walls -- put down the paper and walk away. Please, for the sake of my undeveloped potential that wants to puke all over your contract, stop reading now.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
The reality of this last semester seems to have put a slight cynical damper on my sense of humor. Sorry.
There are pressures for you guys, too. There are pressures, and bittersweet moments, and belligerently drunk moments in absolute desperation to hold on to "Now" before "The Future" abducts your life, just as there are for the rest of us underachievers who experience heart palpitations every time someone asks, "What are you doing after graduation?"
The fact is, future plans or no, seniors one and all are facing a crossroads. Come May, our lives will be infinitely changed, and we will never have the opportunity to relive the flee-ting moments that fill the few months ahead.
You've spent your college career building to this last hurrah.
Will you do something worthwhile? Will your memory last on this campus the same way the campus's memory will last in yours? Will you look back in contentment, having sucked every juicy morsel of life out of each fading moment of your college career?
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