wandering

The weeks are flying by... it was really just weeks ago when I was complaining for it all to be over, and now we're almost there. actually close to the end. When I think about it, as much of a pain as school is, with all the stress and the deadlines, and even late nights without sleep, it is admittedly... fun. I enjoy learning, and I will keep it up in my obligatory year off. I've backed myself into a corner, and I'm a geek... it becomes just one more reason for the selection of my chosen profession, one that forces a lifetime of learning.
It's fun to look around a room filed with college students... you think maybe you couldn't have anything in common with them other than the fact that you all attend the same fine institution... but we are all wandering, working, pausing, pondering for direction in life... on different paths... to where? Adulthood. I get lost in feeling like I'm 13 and then 40, all in the same emotion. A nervous glance, a real smile, a grimace, a stare... we all share them, but do they adequately hide our anxiety about being plain directionless?
Can I take anything with me, when I go? This is an important question, but no, you can't choose, all you can do is accept what will come and what will not... is it fair? NO... this is life.
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