You heard in high school that college would be the best four years of your life. Let’s the discuss the major flaws in this statement.
What’s on my mind: What you don’t expect from college. The uncensored, unedited version of that educational environment you spent a previous four years staring at a GPA and preparing standardized test scores for.
We go through life often looking forward to a future result. We plan ahead, we set goals, and one of these goals is often where we attend college, and what we will study when we get there. But what happens when you actually get there? For me, I completely resent the idea of saying college was the best four years of my life. I’d like to consider it a trek for the better, a battle won for myself.
Life after college is not a set path, there is no universal option. There are opinions, expectations, social norms. You might want a pet chamelion as opposed to a dog, you might not want kids, or a van, or a big kitchen. You might not want a permanent postal address. And this is okay. Whatever it is, you build on it after you leave the college security blanket.
Rather than write out the reasons why I personally reject this statement, here’s a different format:
You’re doubtful in
your steps on the way to class,
Or your choice to stay in.
You second guess
Your point of view.
You slip from optimism to the open-ended,
As you stare at numerical figures
To represent your worth,
You think of the real world,
And how you’re not a part of it,
As you muster up hypothetical elevator talks,
And convince yourself you’ll turn a corner
In a week,
In a day,
And everything will make sense,
Exactly as you planned in your
And proudest essays.
Yet you are finished,
You hit a milestone that
Was meant to be an overpowering
That has only brought you uncertainty.
Four years flew by,
Without your conceding.
You chase something else,
Something to fill the gaps,
That widen as you struggle down
the honorary carpet.
The truth: The best years are relative,
Limiting you from pushing the bar,
From being amazed at small details,
Engrossed in still moments,
Appreciate what you have yet to do.
You have so much to do,
Don’t sell yourself short.
xx – Kelly