I Wish I Was Going Back to College

Here I sit, Tuesday night, or better yet Wednesday early in the morning and I am bored, bored to tears. I have watched every flick that has been playing on the movie channels as of late, watched every single program Bravo has to offer, I hung out with my friends, I completed the list of household duties usually left by my mom for the stay-at-home wife that I have become, I worked out, I sent some emails and now I am bored.  There’s nothing left to do but wait for the weekend. While I do that I waste my time on social media, i.e. Facebook and Twitter. By the way, I am funemployed at the moment if you couldn’t tell, which makes this all the more worse. Everywhere you go during these last two weeks of summer slogans and signs are pushed in your face, “back to school,” “get ready for the fall,” etc., especially in the virtual universe. They only induce a depression ridden coma that I am not going back to college.

It’s this terribly sad, overwhelming bed of emotions coming into this time for recent college alumni. You feel lost and confused. Since you are normally home in the summer, that time did not feel that odd. But now your are not in a college campus in the fall, that’s so bizarre.  

I am convinced college was a setup structure someone many years ago conjured up to do something with the irresponsible kids after high school and living in the home you grew up in, and now the jig is up. Instead of kicking our asses right into the real world, they created this experience called “college” to help ease the transition from child to an on your own in this sucky world adult. It’s life lessons and experiences we gain in college, not classes and knowledge for your career when everything is said and done — because we all know everyone ends up doing a different career than what they actually majored in.  

Now, every status or tweet is about going back to school or getting ready to move in to their respective apartments, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. And it’s even worse when it’s people in your grade who are those fifth year seniors for whatever reason. My first instinct is to strangle them all — strangle the undergrads to let them know it will be over before they know it and to enjoy every single second of it, and then strangle the fifth years for being unfocused or indecisive in their major and they get rewarded with more college, rather than the normal world that the rest of us are currently suffering through.

The anger and sadness feelings pass, and then you can hopefully look back fondly on the past four years. I have a memory box for certain stages of my life and I seem to keep reverting back to my college one. The worst feeling of all is not seeing the friends you made, especially the ones that were in your everyday lives. It’s hard because you meet these people, they become your life companions and then four years later that’s it. It’s like a community divorce. Of course everyone tries to keep in touch, and with the people you are close with you will, but it’s not the same, and it never will be. When you are on different sides of the country, it’s tough to keep that daily rapport you had when you were living together at school.  That’s what I think us graduates are most upset about.    

I hope this sadness ends soon, I am sure it will. But as they say, it’s always greener on the other side. My bestest friend in the whole in entire world has one more semester left at her university, and she wishes more than anything that she was home with the rest of us. So once my childish feelings wear off, I will give my best attempt to enjoy the time I am living now, I urge everyone to try and do the same. Because when you really think about it, I am a 22-year-old, without any responsibilities, whose mom spoils her, with amazing high school buds, who lives in the great state of New York where there are things to do and opportunities to be had — life is still pretty great.