For the past 15 years or so, August has been the strangest month in the year for me. I’ve always thought of it as a precipice month, a time to get ready to dive off the cliff of summer and into the unknown of a new school year.
But this coming August feels different, and I think it’s because it’s technically my last as a student.
Unlike most serious conditions, self-diagnosis of “application blues” is totally acceptable. I am currently going through an enormous bout myself, as my inevitable transformation into an actual person gets closer and closer (5 months away now—eek).
If you find yourself spontaneously reciting a list of your extracurricular activities, spending hours researching acceptance rates to various programs, and attempting to find the quirkiest (yet witty and informative) way to open a personal statement, you my friend, are infected too.
When you’re still in school, having a full-time summer internship brings you about as close to the real world as you can possibly get. Instead of an erratic class schedule complete with the occasional (or not) 3 a.m. homework cram, you’re suddenly on the 9-5 grind and in bed by 11 p.m. on weekdays.
Though I’ve pretty much been employed full time every summer of college, this one feels the most real to me because I’m no longer living at home during it! No more fridge stocked with food, no more loving parents to take care of my laundry and dry cleaning as needed.
If I want something done, no matter how small, I have to take care of it myself.
While watching Skyfall 30,000 feet in the air on a trans-Atlantic flight from England to Boston, I realized two things:
1. I had just concluded what had been, without a doubt, the absolute best year of my life.
2. I was flying directly into much more familiar territory, but it wasn’t any less exciting.