Today is May 10, 2012. In less than 24 hours, I will be 22 years of age.
It’s funny. I never imagined myself being this old. Everyone always waits for those special birthdays: 16, 18, 21 - but I think 22, 23, and 24 somehow get forgotten.
All of a sudden, you’re 25 years old and you’re marriage.
That’s generally how it goes.
To me, you’re not an adult until you’re at least 22 years old. I’ve relished the idea that I could still call myself a kid after all these years.
BUT NOT ANYMORE.
Tomorrow is the big day. I have to be adult Maria from then on.
It’s been an emotional roller coaster, especially this week. A couple days ago, I took my last final exam as an UST undergraduate student; tomorrow, I’m going to be 22 years old, and on Saturday, I’m going to be walking across that stage.
It’s hard to soak it all in.
What’s next for me?
I know quite a few people who are headed into the workforce. That freaks me out. 5-10 years ago, I would have been expected to do the same.
I’m kind of glad I’m not ready to have a career yet. Literally, with my degree, I’m under-qualified for almost any job.
SO, WHAT IS NEXT FOR ME?
In a few weeks, I’ll practically be living at HCC for the rest of the summer. I’m taking 6 classes in the span of 2 months.
I’m kind of excited, though. I like keeping myself busy.
Then, the plan is the go to nursing school next year. I know I’ve been planning to go to PA school for the longest time, but I had a quarter life crisis a month or so back. I realized that I only wanted to be a PA to prove myself to the world. I love the idea of being a PA, but I don’t love the idea of working myself to death to try to get into one of the best schools in the nation, to be in school for the next 4 years, to not have time for my boyfriend, my friends, or my family. I especially disliked the idea of being in class from 8am-6pm every single day - driving back and forth between two HCC campuses on opposite sides of town just to make sure I completed all the prerequisites on time. And what else? OH YEAH. I really hated the fact that I would only have 2 weeks to study for the GRE.
Yeah, my mind was so clouded by money and praise that I didn’t realize the hell I was putting myself through.
Yes, I have quite a few extra prerequisites to take for nursing school, but I still get to go to school and work in the largest medical center in the world, and I get to attend one of the best schools in the country at an less expensive price tag and with a higher acceptance rate.
The biggest advantage of all is that I’ll be out of school 2 years from now. The boyfriend and I will be graduating at the same time, and who knows what will happen next? Only time will tell.
There may be wedding dresses and babies in my near future.
See, there ARE benefits to growing up.