Before coming to college I never thought I would get the chance to have as many experiences as I have had. Going to two different universities, a thousand miles apart definitely made for an interesting few years. I guess I’ve been more reflective lately because I graduate this semester. Movies you see about college usually only focus on the partying, and social atmosphere, and sure there’s enough of that but they never delve into the struggles of being an adult. A real person. I had to learn how to write my first check the other day. I’m twenty two years old.
So far my two years in Florida has practically made me forget what living in Jersey was like. I only go home for holidays now when I get a break from work and school. That's about three times out of the year. It’s great and all that I’ve made a countless amount of friends all along the east coast, but how many of these people do you speak to after graduation? Most people becomes full blown adults working 40 hours a week, and potentially families of their own. Not that I can't picture working and making a salary, thinking of a family is too far for me. Slow down. It's just weird to think that almost everything I know is about to change in a massive way again. Similar to entering college. That's what scares me. Originally, I thought being assigned blog entries for my digital marketing class was going to be a drag. I think I like it. I’m not going to go out and become an author by no means, but I’m interested to see where I’ll go with these.
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