Class-free Is the Way to Be

The last few weeks of Carleton definitely go out with a bang. Lots of socializing, lots of free food. My liver hates me these days. I’ve done something social basically every night but one in the last two weeks. It’s really put a great cap to my school experience.

But that’s not true of schoolwork. Today is the last day of classes. At 4:15 this afternoon I will walk out of my last college class ever (French coffee and news, and actually in a coffee shop this week). That’s crazy. That’s pretty monumental. Yet somehow the last day of classes just seems like a footnote to a time in my life that’s too full of fun to even notice.

The end of the year is usually an academic blowout. You work and work and work and at some point it’s done and you collapse. Senior year, it’s almost exactly the opposite. The work just trails off. What’s left will get done, of course, but it’s on its own time. You’re too busy visiting friends, attending dinners and buying drinks to even care. Work doesn’t really matter.

There’s something unbelievably refreshing about this attitude. Knowing that the things that seem important really aren’t gives you a great sense of perspective. Life is an adventure, and sometimes you just have to relax for a bit and realize just how far you’ve come. Carleton has really changed me in a lot of ways. Good ways mostly. Not to steal too much of the alumni association’s thunder, but I’ve been a big fan of Carleton. It’s served me well, and now I guess it’s time not to go to class anymore.

Wow. This is just weird.

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