Junior year is officially over. Senior year has finally arrived. Let the nostalgic feelings of time speeding by and utter madness begin. Meanwhile, planning for the future is still underway. I am getting there. Believe me.
I think I learned the ropes of Georgia Southern faster than I give myself credit for. It was definitely faster than my time at East Georgia State College, and I am not sure what makes this year, this time, so different. Maybe it is age. Maybe the older I become, the less I care what others think. Suddenly, I focus less on 'what if I fail' and more on 'what if I excel'. That is risk behavior, to a certain degree, but sometimes risk is a gamble with benefits. In many ways, I think I challenged myself to approach the year differently, and I am fairly sure it paid off.
For example, I nonchalantly expressed an interest in the honors program to my professor during the course of a conversation on grad schools, and that conversation paid off! I was accepted into the program. My goal (after a few slip-ups in my core classes and a reexamination of my future) was to give my best effort in making A's for the remainder of my college career. For junior year, I have scored all A's between both semesters, boosted my GPA, and my ultimate goal continues to be summa cum laude honors upon graduation. I am closer to that goal, and the goal is beginning to look possible. Finally, I have embarked upon a research project that will be presented next year. Currently, I must convince myself to present my project at other forums. Perhaps my next goal, arguably ongoing, is conquering public speaking, which will take time and extreme confidence. Public speaking is a risk I am less inclined to gamble on, and that needs to change.
Senior year is an entirely different ball game for me...at least I am anticipating it to be. As a senior in high school, I felt more empowered and emboldened by my status. Maybe it was because I believed that no one would remember much of my actions if they were negative or positive (Although, I will say that I spent most of my senior year of high school in college, except for an art class.). My final year at East Georgia was the exact same, empowering, emboldening. I felt a little more daring and confident in the things I done. While it is too early to argue that the same dynamic will follow, I have a premonition that things will be different. Of course, this may largely depend on my involvement and commitment to my post-undergrad activities. For the first half of my senior year, I will be taking post-undergrad exams (LSAT and GRE) and submitting applications to my desired institutions. For the second half of my senior year, **I hope** to be visiting post-undergrad campuses. In many ways, my summer semester, right now, is my moment to take a thorough breath before I dive into the deep end.
Summer classes began this week, and I am doing crunch courses or one-month courses. However, I will not be back in Statesboro until later next month. In April, my advisor revealed that I could have, theoretically, graduated in Fall 2018. However, I am now a part of the honors program, and that requires the minimum three semesters. Strangely enough, I am okay with that. I am still graduating a year ahead of most of my former high school peers (which makes my decision to go to college for my senior year more justifiable). And by age, I will graduate young (only by a year), which makes pursing post-undergrad colleges (and not feeling so terribly old) more comforting. And, I am planning to take extra history classes, which delights me!
I have been thinking about the summer semester after Spring 2019. It will be the first time I will have scheduled no classes for that semester. And I have decided that I wish to reserve that summer for an internship of some fashion. An internship to make-up for the one I could not entertain this year. Currently, I am dreaming of an acceptance letter into some DC institution. I have only written down a gazillion places I would intern within the District, but a girl can dream, right? Have a smashing week! Weekend, hurry fast!