I’ve dedicated my career to working with college students. To help them discover what they would like to do with their lives. To help them succeed academically. To make their experience in college the best that it could possibly be. Thus far, I’ve done this with the assumption that, in a way, I was still “one of them.” Yes, I graduated. But, I’m currently getting my master’s degree. That still qualifies me a college student… right? At least, it did to the movie theaters, until human resources advised me that I need to change my identification card to one that says faculty and staff!
Today, according to the Hebrew calendar, I’m 25 years old. I’ve officially spent three birthdays outside of school, as a working professional. When I decided to go back to school to get my graduate degree, I figured that with slight modifications, I would continue to live my undergraduate experience. I daydreamed about going to my sorority chapter meetings as an alumni, use the gym at the university, joining the student government, writing for the school newspaper, and joining the spirit squad! I had a rude awakening! Returning to my alma mater as a grad student and full-time employee made me realize the following: I am an adult and it’s quite obvious.
I don’t see the humor in excessive drunkenness at odd hours of the day, as I witnessed today, at Chili’s during my lunch break.I don’t remember what it’s like to have classes during the day! When I hear students say “gotta run to class!” at 11am, I have to think long and hard to remember what that was like. In retrospect, I’m disappointed in myself for not realizing the excess of time that I had on my hands, and for not using it in a more productive manner. Working out at the school gym is bothersome. The weight room is filled with loud boys, taking up all of the weights on the rack, starring at me as a rare commodity: a woman who can lift 20 pounds! Their conversations and youthful ignorance remind me that I have done some growing up over the past couple of years.
I pass through the student union, glancing at the Panhellenic Council table, recruiting students to join Greek Life and I remember myself sitting in that same spot four short years ago. Dr. Seuss once said: “you never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” Today, these words ring true to me. I realized that this stage of my life is over. I would not dream of taking on the responsibilities listed above, primarily because I have many others that take priority. But, surprisingly, I’m happy this way. Dr. Seuss’ quote may bring on some nostalgia, but certainly not sadness. This moment of transition had to occur in order for me to mentor students in the way that my career requires of me. Those days were great, but I embrace this chapter. The prime of true womanhood.
Here are some of the things I’ve learned so far:
- More coffee is necessary
- If you don’t exercise in the morning, don’t plan on exercising at all
- I need 8 hours of sleep!
- I need to pray every day!
- Animals are God’s greatest gift to humans!
- Getting your hair and nails done on a regular basis gives you super-powers
- Woman who wear heels every day are super-heroes in the working world
- Mom’s make great friends, so do grandmother’s
I’m sure there’s more! But, that’s all I’ve got for official adult woman day 1!