I just had my last first day of college. Ever. It's a bit strange to be able to say that. I've worked my whole life to get to this point, my final days of college, and its already here and I can't believe it. Lately, I write a lot about how much I cannot believe how far I've come. But that is only because it's been on my mind a lot as I've begun my job search and really started realizing how close to the finish line I truly am.
I woke up this morning at 7:30 a.m., in complete disbelief that I agreed to be a teaching assistant for an 8:30 class. I vowed to myself that I would never take an early class again, yet here I was sleepily stumbling around my apartment trying to get myself ready and presentable in time for the first day of class.
The entire walk to cIass I was thinking things along the lines of "senioritis is so real," and I felt like I was dragging my feet along the pavement to make myself go slower and slower and not have to already be in my three-hour class that I would be a TA for. When I got into the classroom and sat in my seat, I found myself slightly annoyed that the students in the class, who were mostly all younger than me, could be so loud and cheerful so early in the morning. How were they so excited to be up so early?
However, the second my professor got to class, the morning slightly turned around. I was a TA for a funding for the arts class with my advisor and favorite professor. The topic is interesting and the professor makes it very enjoyable. Since I had already taken the class I was sitting through the information for the second time, but she made it seem interesting and new.
As the day went on and the class ended, my "senioritis is real" feeling was still very much present, but I found myself a bit more excited for the future, and I felt a bit more prepared. I felt knowledgeable in my major, since I found out that I retained a lot of the information from when I was a student in the class that I was a TA for, and my professor inspires me to want to learn as much as possible and be as good as possible at my chosen field.
My last first day of school was bittersweet and I'm still processing it, but at least I find myself with a glimmer of hope and excitement for the future that may not have been as strong as before. I'm hoping this semester is inspiring and I hope that I can take every moment in as these are my final few months on this campus.
