And then that's it. I'm finally done.
It's a strange feeling. I graduated high school in 1982. For more than half my life, I've been in and out of college, chasing that Bachelor's degree. The times I haven't been in school, I've felt like I should have been -- every May and November, I'd have anxiety dreams about finals--finals in classes that I forgot I'd signed up for.
It's almost done. That diploma is almost in hand. And then, maybe, I'll finally be able to relax.
And I know what you're going to say: "Now you get to go to work. Now it gets really hard."
Well, bullshit. I've worked before, full time, 40 hours a week sometimes more, supporting myself. I've just plain worked, and I've worked while going to school.
And you know what?
Those Spring Breaks when I "only" had to work 40 hours, and didn't have to go to class, were far more relaxing than the ones where I didn't have to go to work, but had major assignments due.
Work ends. You go in, you put in your hours, you go home. You don't have "homework". You don't have to feel guilty about taking a couple of hours in the evening to draw something or write a story or work on a costume. You don't have to feel that you can't do anything productive and fun when you should be directing your productive efforts to your term paper or your Spanish homework or your never-ending capstone.
I've joked that I want to actually have a career before I'm old enough to retire... but honestly, after 21 years of college, simply holding down a regular job will feel like retirement.