I always saw my friends' statuses and tweets and other such nonsense get really excited about this day as some momentous occasion that made them feel they were suddenly going to breeze past their last year of college. I couldn't wait to feel the same way, like this was some final hurdle I had to get past and I would feel this rush of relief to have it out of the way.
It doesn't feel like that.
Instead, I now sit and worry and ponder when I am going to get that call from the registrar's office (or whoever takes care of this) telling me, "Sorry, you are missing X requirement, you will have to finish that class before you can graduate (or God forbid, in the summer)." No matter how many times I have checked, and double checked each and every semester for the last 10 semesters to make sure that I was on the right track, following the little schedule my school sets up for idiots who can't figure it out any other way, and annoying the crap out of my advisors (who both happen to be Chairs of their respective departments) to be ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN I had it right and we were good to go, I still feel like this couldn't possibly be the end.
Does/did anyone else feel like this after they put in their graduation applications?
Maybe it's because I was a difficult case in the first place. I am formally known as an Accounting 3:2 and Marketing major, which means I graduate in 5 years with a Bachelor's and Master's in Accounting and a Bachelor's in Marketing. I chose marketing the first semester of my 4th year in school as a second major when I realized I hated everything about accounting, and that the small section I did enjoy was actually marketing-based (managerial and cost accounting for those accounting nerds out there that know what I'm talking about).
I REALLY didn't want to be this guy.
Now I love marketing and everything I do for those classes and am holding on to the Master's degree in accounting because, well, why not? I had gone 4 years with it, might as well stick it out and have a little more wallpaper for the walls.
So anyway, after having a mental breakdown in the Marketing Chairperson's office that semester, we decided on a course of action to graduate with both majors, on time, and double checked it with the lovely woman who helps us all out with our degree audits and makes sure we're on top of our shit too. Everything was kosher, and I have followed that plan to a T. Why do I still feel like I'm going to get a terrible call one month before I'm supposed to graduate telling me it's not going to happen? I've really no reason to worry.
Because sooner or later, the pessimist comes out from my 95%-of-the-time optimist's shadow and whispers, "You're finally getting exactly what you want and somehow, life is going to bite you in the ass."
No, that's literally what she says.. that pessimist is a vindictive B.
So I sit here and worry about getting a call. This doesn't include the fact that I have yet to hand in my graduate program graduation application. I'm really pretty sure that once I do it'll burst into flames or the university's president will come by and shake her head disappointed-ly because my getting a master's in accounting might be the biggest travesty our accounting department has ever seen.
This.. all over President Jo-Jo's face.
But that is a story for another time.
Real World Girl
