The Real World

Tomorrow I start my last semester as a UC Berkeley student. I'm really excited and apprehensive at the same time, I mean, my entire life I have been a student, and a good one at that. I've held a job since I was 17 (which most Berkeley kids have never even had to imagine doing) but I've always considered myself a student and considered having a job a means to afford to be a student (books, bart, food, and clothes add up). It just scares me that after I graduate for at least a year I'm not going to be a student anymore. How will I identify myself? An employee? A student in waiting? Uncertainty makes me nervous.

My whole life I have had a plan. I always have a plan. and a list. But right now, I don't know what to do...it's a weird feeling for me not knowing what I'll be doing in the next year because ever since I was a little kid I always knew what came next. I know I have options that I'll do something I love eventually, I just can't stop thinking :"Now what comes next?" The real world? Don't get me started on the real world. "The real world" is a bullshit term that I HIGHLY resent.

Considering life after school "the real world" implies that because I have been a student for most of my life I don't understand how hard life is and how the world really works. I beg to differ. I know many people who did not go to college and work their asses off on a daily basis to earn a good living and I can completely respect that. But honnsetly, I have worked harder than MOST of the people that I know for a large part of my life. School is no cakewalk. I have never had things handed to me on a silver platter like many of the yuppy UC Berkeley students that I come in contact with on a dadily basis. I have NEVER been naturally smat. Ever. I got to where I am by working hard. Harder than people think. So I really can't stand when people talk about the "real world". Wanna experience the real world? Well, try going to school full time, not just any school though, an uber competitve research institution like UC Berkeley and never get anything below a solid B, commute an hour to and from school on Bart at all hours of the morning/night, work 25-30 hours per week while making time for homework and studying, also making time for your boyfriend and friends beause as much as people say they support you, as soon as you stop calling they forget you ever existed. Oh yeah, and deal with all that on top of the stress that comes from overbearing parents and the ignorant assholes that live in our area who steal our cars, invade our spaces, ccompromise our safety, and vandalize our property. Then, after you do that for 4 1/2 years (Im not including working your ass of during high school to make it into Berkeley) you tell me how little I know about the real world.


Yeah. Thats all.