So it's the last week of my undergraduate career. Next week I take my finals and on Saturday the 13th I graduate. Monday the 15th I go to work.
I love my job. I love the work I get to do. I get to be a structural engineer, and I get to work in a town I like. Even in a part of town I like. I'm excited. And I know I can do it. I'm good at what I do. I know I'm ready.
But today I almost burst into tears as I walked through campus.
I love my campus. I love my university. It's beautiful and vibrant and the faculty are wonderful. I've learned a lot and found I have so much more to learn. I have plans to come back for a masters of engineering in a year or two (part time).
I don't know why I'm so sad. My life is about to get way better. But I still feel like I'm about to cry.
I love my job. I love the work I get to do. I get to be a structural engineer, and I get to work in a town I like. Even in a part of town I like. I'm excited. And I know I can do it. I'm good at what I do. I know I'm ready.
But today I almost burst into tears as I walked through campus.
I love my campus. I love my university. It's beautiful and vibrant and the faculty are wonderful. I've learned a lot and found I have so much more to learn. I have plans to come back for a masters of engineering in a year or two (part time).
I don't know why I'm so sad. My life is about to get way better. But I still feel like I'm about to cry.