Today (yesterday?) was the first day of my last semester of classes at Columbia. Maybe my last semester of classes ever. It's also the first time in three years that I have no defined role at the newspaper and the first time in a year that I don't have to be at the newspaper office every night. And it's bittersweet. Well, mostly bitter.
I love Columbia and I so don't want to graduate. The real world is scary, and I like my bubble. I'm not sure I'm ready to leave academia forever. And, yet, I'm burnt out. I need a break. Sitting through classes today was tedious at best. (OK, maybe that has something to do with the fact that I was shopping classes and was none too impressed with the ones I tried, but still...)
And I miss the newspaper. It's hard to go cold turkey on something I gave so much to for so long. It's hard to be so out of the loop, to--as a former editor put it last year--let the inmates run the asylum. I know it sounds crazy, but I miss the hard work. I miss working on something bigger than myself.
So, that's it. I begin this semester apprehensive about life after graduation (especially in light of having to find a job, figure out exactly what I want to do with my life, etc. ...) and with separation anxiety from the newspaper.
And my comma key on my keyboard is sticking. I'm a copy editor. I cannot live without my comma key.
This is not promising.