Maybe it’s just Me, but for Me

In keeping with what I think is a perfectly respectable idea of sharing when is only appropriate, the impending situation puts me in an interesting situation. One in which I am forced to write.

I’m graduating from college in just under 8 weeks. And when people other soon-to-be-graduates present themselves as nervous wrecks about this… I can help but laugh to myself. Because when people ask me what I feel in the face of “real adulthood” I say I’m ready. Bring it on.

This usually elicits a worried warning from whoever has asked how I feel. “But you’re going to miss having the chance to fall back on something as cushion-y as education when you’re out in the real world,” warns almost everybody.

No.

The truth is, I’m not a person who has found any particular joy from college. (Okay there ARE things which I have enjoyed, but bare with me for the sake of *EFFECT*) Education for me has been an enjoyable experience from the time my Grandmother introduced me to it when she taught me how to read during her days as a Reading Specialist. But college has been an un-fun way of accessing knowledge through convoluted professors and strained collaboration with peers. I learned through all of it, but it has never been as much fun as actually working in the real life. Hence, my “get it over with” attitude surrounding the whole graduation thing.

But one thing seems kind of depressing: Not always being in a position to always learn. Which brings me to the point of why I’m writing this in the first place. Writing, for me, has been an exiting way to engage with ideas. And it’s kind of better than trying to talk them out with people. And so, in the face of ending my days as a college student, I need to find ways in which I can maintain my committment to learning.

Hence, this.

So it is here where I will write in the “Maybe it’s just Me, but for Me” collection of writing on Medium.