Congratulations, everyone. December 21st came and went, and we are all still here. The sun hasn't exploded, and our laptops haven't turned into robot-minded monsters with the ability to come to life and rip us to shreds. Sorry, Mayans, but you were totally, totally wrong.
I will admit, though-- there was something rather exhilarating about life in the days leading up to the "end of the world." True, I never actually thought that we were all going to end up as zombies, scouring the earth for human flesh and canned peaches, but I also wasn't 100% convinced that the whole thing was made up. Did I think the world was seriously going to end? No. But did I behave like it was going to, just in case? Yes.
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| #HoyaYOLO |
I know how dramatic this sounds; but starting my last semester of college feels sort of like the end of the world. Obviously, I'm not crazy enough to think that the world is actually going to end on graduation day. But the truth is, come May 19th, life as I know it will be over. I will be forced to move out of the house I have lived in for two years, away from my best friends, into the harsh reality of no longer being supported by my parents. I know, I know-- I will grow up and adjust and figure out that the real world isn't so bad. I hope. But right now, it's the same "walking into the unknown" feeling that so many of us had in December of this year.
It is with this, this fear and anxiety and excitement, that I vow to live my final semester the same way I lived out the end of 2012; with an uninhibited, who-gives-a-shit-because-the-world-is-ending mindset. It was this kind of thinking that made 2012 the year of YOLO, a concept that became all the more pertinent as the "end" grew closer. In the words of my wise best friend, YOCO-- You only college once. Thus, my spring will be a season of minimal consequence, full of late nights and new experiences and kisses with inappropriate boys who I will never have to see again.
2013, I am going to live you like the sun is about to explode.
