A Twenty-Something's Coming of Age Saga
So, I’m done. With college I mean. In retrospect that intro was literally the most anti-climactic beginning ever. The sad part that’s sort of how it felt to finally be done, anti-climactic. However, the absolution of stress came after finishing my last ever Statistics final (let’s just say Math and I have had a heinous relationship over the years, there’s no trust there man). Then there was finance, a foreign language I was actually okay with interpreting. Let’s be honest once you get rid of conjugation and pronunciations tainted by my Wonder Bread-esque language abilities you have a manageable workload. Then there was Competitive Dynamics; an enigma from the beginning. A balancing act attempted by a person who can barely stand on one foot for more than 30 seconds. That’s a relatively small snapshot into my reality for the last six weeks. I’ve been a shell of my former self, maybe it was this summer heat. I actually feel like I’ve been melting. Once I walked out of the testing center