Not because I look forward to competing with other graduates for a minimum-wage paid job in this train wreck of economy, and not because the sweet feel of sheepskin in my hands will validate me as an educated member of society.
I’m just tired of calling myself a student. The word is loaded with meanings.
Humor me.
Undergrad students are generally thought to be 18 to 25 years old. This would mean a student would have had to of gone straight out of high school into college.
Going away to college usually mean students are “out on their own” for the first time in their young-adult life.
Or that homework is something a student tells themselves they will do, only to blow it off for a game of beer-pong.
I’m neither in the 18 to 25 age bracket, nor on my own for the first time. And to be honest, I actually don’t mind doing homework. And I definitely don’t skip class.
While other students are planning out their post-graduation travel plans or internships, I’m debating whether I jump into grad studies or get married.
One thing is for certain, I don’t want to be a student anymore. I’m tired of having to carry these meanings around.
