That's right, the countdown is on! In exactly one week, I start my final semester of university as an English major, History minor. Cue the screaming! I can't believe I'm so close to the end now. It feels like just yesterday I was heading over to my first class, so nervous I could've peed myself (but I didn't!). When I started, I was only 17 years old. Looking back, I can admit I was pretty naive. University is so much more than textbooks and assignments; it's a way of life. Having grown up in small town Alberta, I had no idea what I was in for.
That first year was the worst. I tried to fit in with my roommates, but I quickly realized I wasn't the party type. I didn't like to drink (drinking age in Alberta is 18), nor did I want to go to the clubs or hook up with boys. To my way of thinking, I was in university to go to class and get good grades. Unfortunately, this often put me at odds with my roommates. After three years living in residence, I made the decision to stay home for my fourth year. Some people have asked me whether or not I hold any hard feelings towards the dozen roommates (plus their friends) that I had, but the truth is... I don't. In some strange way, I miss a few of them. In fact, I've even stayed in contact with one. But the others? I will never be friends with any of them, but I still wish them the best. In the end, we were completely different people. Not much you can do to change that.
Now I'm in my final semester of school. Truth be told, I have mixed feelings about this. In some ways, I feel like the cat in the picture. It's like, OMGTHISISTHEBESTDAYEVER! But on the other hand, I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to miss school. University has been a major part of my life for 4 years (4 and a half by the time I'm done this semester). I'm going to miss my friends, my professors, and my classes. Then again, I'LL BE A UNIVERSITY GRADUATE! Can't exactly complain about that, eh? ;)
Did you guys have mixed feelings when you finished university? How did you get through it? Any advice?