100 Days...
Up until now, I somehow managed to convince myself that graduation was still far off and that I would be here, in my precious little grad school bubble, indefinitely. Even starting a job search, it was so simple, tricking myself. It was easy to forget that I would be leaving this school, these classes, this job. And I didn’t even want to think about leaving the people: the staff, the cohort, the professors—and most especially, the friends.
If I’m honest with myself, one of the scariest parts about graduating and finding a new job is starting all over again. I’m not a terribly huge fan of change. Yeah, finding a new job means growing professionally, and growing up, and all that jazz. But finding a new job in a new place means figuring out where to shop for groceries, or finding the location of the nearest Target, or (after trial and painful error) where to get a haircut. But it especially means not being able to call my best friend and saying, “Hey, what are you doing? Come over and watch Grey’s Anatomy with me” on a Thursday night.
Moving to a new place means going through that awkward getting-to-know-you phase again. And it means leaving a piece of me behind. Sorry; I’m waxing sentimental. This all came about because there’s this big hullabaloo on campus about the fact that there are 100 days until graduation. I started to get excited, along with everyone else. But then, it hit me. It finally hit me that I’m graduating. I’m leaving.
It’s scary that within the next 100 days, I’ll be making decisions that will shape the rest of my professional career and my life.
100 days…there are 100 more days to make an impact. 10 years from now, are the students I work with going to remember my name? Are they going to remember the cookies I baked or our inside jokes or the icebreakers I introduced? What “legacy” am I going to leave behind me?
I’ve got 100 more days to make incredible memories with my friends, to learn as much as I can, to do as much as I am able.
100 days left….how are you spending them?