inspired by some quality time with perenially enjoyable sara b - books and study material for my last collegiate final ever sprawling before me...
i find myself here.
it's strange. i pride myself on my capacity to anticipate and brace myself for the onslaught of... well, whatever comes. be it an unexpected and gut wrenching twist in a movie plot, a so-so lunch at a nondescript dining venue, the next rhyme in an all too kitschy and predictable pop song, and and so on and so forth. kind of like forming a fuzzy yet somewhat coherent picture of the next step coming in my mind in order to help gauge where my next footstep will fall... sort of like mental motor planning. but this. this is different.
it's like those nonexistent dreams i have where everything before and behind me is black, black and more black and sleep somewhere beyond all that...
but instead of sleep.. insert (whatever my maker has in store) here. they say that knowing yourself is not so much about knowing where you're going but where you've been. well, honestly.. doing the first round of introspection i've done in a helluva long time... yo tengo ni idea.
i suppose this is what growing up is like. this unpredictability. for the past (let's see if this college edumacation has taught me something) ... yes, for the past 16 years my life has, for the most part, run a regular cycle revolving around the structured institution of l'ecole. school, for all you non-french buffs. beginning not in january, but in september as a matter of course. ah yes, the circle of school life. all those newly married young teachers can attempt proliferating at the beginning of the school year, pop out a kid or two by the time school lets out, have the summer to coochie goo and recoop, then start all over again the next school year. it's almost perfect isn't it?
to be frank, i'm one of those eccentrics who get her highs from the smell of bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils and that oh-so-subtle yet simultaneously gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that you get in anticipation of a fresh new year full of classes, friends, and challenges. Some variation along the way.. but comfortably familiar challenges all the same.
well folks, this year.. come fall, there ain't gone be no bouquet of sharpened pencils.
some people pop right out of school and right back into gradschool. others immediately find themselves plugged into what is corporate america etc.. while others continue marching on from the graduation field only to become full fledged SUPER SENIORS. and then there are the others... like myself who find themselves in this limbo of the recently graduated twenty-somethings still without a clue.
(gulp)
though i've some half-baked notions in my head, halfway on the way to fact from fiction... something about this displacement...taking away of this one particular certainty in life thus far: school, that is... is really disconcerting.
but you know what?
as freaking scared as i am of future unknown, i am freaking stoked for what's to come.
aren't you? :)
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