Time flies

In less than a month, I will have finished my studies as an undergraduate Journalism major // Sociology and Marketing double minor at Ithaca College in Ithaca, New York.

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Wtf.

All of my aunts and uncles apparently bewildered that I am not only graduating, but that I am graduating a semester early. With having studied abroad in London for a semester. With one major and two minors. And by having done all this by myself for the past three years; taking care of myself, not going home unless for major breaks, cooking and cleaning by myself, choosing my own classes, working part-time while being a full-time student, etc. No big deal really.

To me, that's just normal - that's what is supposed to happen.

We're supposed to go away to school to grow up and become independent, aren't we? Or is that just me? In the age of prolonged adolescence, I feel estranged from my age group. I don't want to be a daddy's girl or whatever when I go home. I don't want to rely on my parents' money, or live in their metaphorical basement until I'm 28 (my parents' house does not have a basement). I want to be successful and able to take care of myself - and in turn, make my parents proud of me for that.

I mildly freaked out about this a few days ago. The thoughts that ran through my head?
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."
"I'm not done with school - how can I be done with school? I haven't learned anything!"
"How am I going to get a job? I don't have enough skills or cover letters or whatever! I don't want to work at Aeropostale forever..."
"WEST COAST OR EAST COAST?!...Maybe I'll just move to China or London and be done with it."
"Damnit, I still have this paper to write before Thanksgiving...I hate being a student!"