The Living Hurricane
I have been in school a great long while, more then I thought I'd be. It's a wonder why I lasted so long. Was it my interest in subjects? My wanting to finally finish something I worked on? I dunno. I have one last exam left, it's a tough one, but I feel oddly calm. Is that encouraging or stressful? Maybe it's the calm before the storm. My life before now one half of the rampant winds, my future life the other half. This small little eye, an island for me to rest at. Not to get much rest and get ready, but a rest nonetheless. A deceiving calm. A calm that makes you drop your guard, before being attacked by the oncoming half. It's scary, but also hopeful. I am ready to start anew. I am ready to live this life that so many of my friends (who have finished years ago) are experiencing. Maybe now I'll feel like an adult instead of a child wearing an adult mask. I already have a job lined up. It's a one year contract. I'll be able to drip my toes in the adult pool of life. See why people struggle and drown, while others become lifeguards. Now's the time to get my finances in order, my schedule in order, and experience what I felt I've been lacking. I guess I'll see them on the otherside.