The last good days of university

You don’t realize they’re here, until they’re gone

My last semester has to the best.

As it stands, I don’t know which semester has been my best semester. It’s a toss up between second semester of second year and any semester of third. However, I know it won’t be next semester.

This semester I worked two different jobs (in two different cities) while maintaing a full-time course load, and though it is to be determined, my highest term GPA of my university career. Here I sit, typing this, while job application deadlines loom. Not to mention papers are due too soon and I feel like I have done next to nothing at work all week . . . go me!

I am drowning . . . I am being crushed by the never ending pressure to excel, perform, and succeed. But it will all end soon.

“You must be relieved.” For the love of God, please, please, please, stop asking/telling me this. I’m not. I’M FREAKING OUT. Student job with the government, grateful yes, relieved no. Graduating with little to no hiccups along the way, grateful yes, relieved no. The pressure to turn my student job into a full-time job and finish school is as on as it’ll ever be.

Sure, next semester, I’ll only be in one city, with one job and six courses . . . Yes, I’ll spend around ten less hours a week commuting. However, I’ll also have $1400 less a month, which means my lavish life of fulfilling all my needs with Starbucks, Skip the Dishes, and Uber is…