An ode to being a student.
On Saturday I will officially have my undergraduate degree, a Bachelor of Arts. Mind you, I finished the course work for my degree in the summer… and let me tell you, not being a student anymore is strange.
Take for one, the free time. Do you know how many hours there are in a day? MANY. As an unemployed ex-student, you really begin to understand time and what to do with it. Stay in bed all day? Nope, that won’t do it. Clean your parent’s house from top to bottom? Gets old quick. Pretend to be busy on your laptop at local coffee shops? Fun, but expensive.
While being a student, any free time I had was spent thoughtfully: dinner with friends or at a yoga class. Being a student gives you meaning and even if you’re an unmotivated student – you still are getting things done.
When you’re not a student anymore, you also have to answer questions like, “What do you do?” Hmm… what do I do? When you’re a student, the answer is simple. When you’re not you ramble on a bit until they lose interest. “So, I just graduated, now I’m trying to find out who I am and I’m on a journey of doing so and I like to knit now and Monday nights I watch New Girl and…” Yeah, you get the point.
Not being a student also forces you to grow up. You get a job or you do something else. When you’re a student, you focus on the present moment, the deadlines, the social events, the reading weeks. Thoughts of the far away future are just that: far away.
On top of this all, being a student means that you’re learning about the world and how it works. When you’re not a student, you’ll learn lessons too… but they won’t be as detailed or invigorating as when your professor delivers them.
As my second month of post-grad life concludes, I still miss being a student somedays, and I’m glad that I fully enjoyed my four years at CBU. For now, I’m figuring out what it’s like to not be a student for the next year until I’m back in school and regretting everything I’ve just said
Being a student: love it or hate it?