Ending leads to Beginning

My student career is coming to a close. The end of an era, in some ways. I can't remember a time when I wasn't in school. Maybe it will be like the matrix, when Neo wakes up. I'll pull a big cord out of my gastrointestinal system, get flushed down a huge pipe, be caught up in a blockbuster, graphically groundbreaking movie. Or, maybe none of that will happen.

Barring allusions to an early 2000s runaway hit movie, my plan is actually not to go anywhere. I'm simply going to transition from school, work and internship to internship and work. No school. Although maybe I'll pop in here and there to help out around the place. It's just become so evident to me how much I don't want to be a journalist. Photographer yes, journalist no. I don't want to rely on some person to give a note to their boss saying I need to talk to them. I can't live my life that way.

But that's alright, because I've got a good thing going with Study Abroad. I've got my internship set up, and John, and there is een the possibility (though unlikely) that I could get paid minimum wage. I'm going to get a job, pay for my own groceries, gas, rent and utilities, and generally be self-sufficient. Another first in my lifetime.

Either way, I'm choosing not to see that stage as a gallows. I'm going to walk across it. I'm going to shake the Dean's hand. I'm going to receive a case that does not contain a diploma, but is instead a symbol that I'll be getting one in the near future. Then I'm going to walk down the stairs at the other end, right into the the rabbit hole. And I'm going to see how far it goes.