It's been almost 4 weeks in and hit the ground sprinting into a full time work and school schedule.  Only a little over a week out from my 21st birthday, excited to finally be allowed access to places that I won't have the time to go to, and to finally, after over a year of being an usher and a roadie in the restaurant I can finally be a rockstar, that is to say, get my serving job back.

I am suffering from what I have called college level senioritis, different from high school senioritis which is marked by a complacency toward doing anything academically constructive because it's about time to leave that hole forever.  This is far from complacency,  more like trying to squeeze everything in last minute so I can get the hell out, and the most prominent symptom a fluctuating panic over what I mean to do with my life upon graduation.  So far these are the options (more than one can apply):

- try to get some entry level job experience
- continue working as a server and enjoy not being broke for the sake of saving money for vacations through weekend hours between a school schedule
- continue working as a server and still save money to take vacations
- go to Spain and/or Morocco
- go to Africa
- study Spanish in Colombia
- go to Colombia anyway and find something productive to do
- move to Florida
- go to graduate school (far from a primary choice)
- take some arts classes
- study for another semester anyway in all the classes that I didnt have time to take
- go back to school for something different altogether
- hop freight trains


And to be really honest, I have a high interest in accomplishing most of these items, if so hopefully by the time I am 30.  It's the fashion, the order, and the finance... paying back over $20,000 in college loans is almost an after thought... it is an after thought, actually, although it shouldn't be as mass society tells me, and will most likely substantiate itself as an economic noose over my head that will try to strangle the whimsical wanderlusty dreams that keep me from falling over the edge of the rye field.  Preventing anything from doing that is truly in my primary interest.