By Ana | April 2, 2013
Today is my birthday. I am now twenty-two. I’m pretty sure this means that I’m old. I’m trying to ignore this. Some (slightly older) people have told me that after you turn 21, it’s all downhill from there. 22 is just another notch in the line to turning 30, which remains one of my top ten nightmares of all time.
It also means that, in case I had forgotten, I am actually graduating. And soon. College is almost over. Forever. And as much as I may try and hold onto it over the next few weeks, I can’t get it back.
People say, “But Ana, you’re going to law school. It’s like a continuation of college.” Except that, um, it’s not. At all. There are no more GECs. All the classes are hard. I’ll be studying more than I ever have in my life. And none of my college friends will be there with me. You could try and compare it to the transition from high school to college, but with more debt and even more pressure to find a job afterward.
But that doesn’t mean it won’t be wonderful.
Every year on my birthday, I try to reflect on the last year. What wonderful things have happened? Where have I gone? Who have I met? What have I learned? Someone who first met me two years ago told me today that I’ve really grown up over the past two years. Maybe I’m early. Maybe I’m late. I don’t know. I think that’s okay.
The thing I see is this: the last year has been amazing. I studied abroad, traveled the world, made new friends, applied and got accepted to law school, and learned probably a zillion different things–especially about myself. It’s been a great year. And I’m not afraid of turning twenty-two as much anymore–and if this year is even half as good as the last one, I may not even mind turning twenty-three too much either.