This Thursday marks the last day as a student at King’s. I move from being mere student to graduate – from present to past.
I am feeling a little separation anxiety in this stage. I move from being a student, with the comfort picking and choosing when my classes are and what time I write (plus the added bonus of health insurance) to now living in the big, bad world on having a “real” job.
I should be used to this feeling, right, as this is the second time around getting a degree. But things are different this time around.
Last year, at least while finishing one chapter of school, I was comforted by the fact I would be returning to the familiar life of a student just months later. It was ok that I was only working part-time and not making that salary all my hopes and dreams told me I would when I did graduated. In weeks time Mr. Student Loans would be mailing me a big fat check so I could survive yet another year.
Well those eight months at King’s flew by, just as everyone said they would, and I am heading back to Halifax to my hellos, and goodbyes, to many that which has made a huge impact on my life this last year.
Friends, colleagues, professors- those are the people. The Roost, the quad, Spring Garden Road – those are the places. Midnight water-fight watching, broken printers, the armless couch – those are the memories. Those I will take with me.
When I come back to St. John’s I join I will have left behind all that lure of the Halifax student life, joining 220 years of alumni who have done the same.
And I had just gotten used to the feeling of being home.

Sure hope Mom picked up one of these!
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