It’s a joyous and wondrous thing, watching first years leave their little alcohol-bottle nests and go home. Parents come in, hefting their hungover offspring into a small, too-full car and drive on their merry way. They’re done until the Autumn where they will be someone else’s problem, far, far away from me.
Not us. We’re postgraduates! It’s dissertation season, time to prove we all deserve the degrees we paid copious amounts of money for! You know that time I mentioned stress (in like, more than one of these posts), well, ain’t got nothing on a 10,000 word explanation of a scientific process. With pictures. I’m terribly excited to begin.
I’m also terribly excited to see my family at the end of the summer after a year away, and I’m excited to eat food that’s familiar again. I’m excited to sleep in my own bed and I’m excited to see my dogs and get some puppy love. There’s a lot I’m excited about – I’m so on it, I have a hike/camping trip planned for October in Nova Scotia with friends, if I’m still home.
That being said, it’s actually insane how quickly everything has gone. So original, I know – but the older we get the more real it is. Another great one is “time flies when you’re having fun”, but I’m more of the opinion that time flies when your ass in on the line.
There is still so much left to do, but I’m going to be waking up in my bed back home before I know it, blinking, wondering what the hell happened. That’s what happens when you go to school in a capsule year – time stops and everything outside of your life in student halls is paused. And not. It’s incredible how much I’ve learned both academically and not in one year- currently at 9 months, really. I was blessed by the gods of housing with the best flatmates, an experience I never thought was real – like the tooth fairy, but with even less money. (we all broke. af). Well, the tooth fairy is still dead, but I won this round.
We’re all going off in different directions, back (or not) to our old-turned-new lives, to go do amazing things. Personally, I’m gonna have some amazing naps. I’m so excited. I’m so happy and thankful that I was able to have this experience in my life, and it was even better that I didn’t know what to expect when I left my home for this one.
After I leave Dundee, for the first time in 8 years I won’t have to refer to myself as a student. For a while, it’s a cool identity and it comes with lots of perks and wonderful things, but I reached a point. I reached that point when I started referring to first years as “wee lambs”. And just so you know: Y’all are. 100%.
A girl just wants to have a big girl job, man. I’m excited to start to reach for things other than the best grade I can, excited to graduate from a hoodie to a onesie – because let’s face it, that’ll be my office uniform (I’m kidding, but only half-way). The future is tomorrow and it’s next week and it’s next month and it’s forever, and I’m so excited for all of it.
I’m so excited.
Thanks for reading.