So long, ‘farewell'?

Maja Zwolinski

The other day, I'm in the middle of learning for exams, writing a final presentation, stressing about my plans for the future, etc etc. when Michelle (the ed.) phones me. “Maja, do you think you could write an article for me?” Oh boy, I thought to myself, another thing to add to my work load… “What about?” “Leaving varsity, how you feel about it, your experiences, that sort of thing?..”

Okay easy, no problem. So I was going to write a whole long, Miss Universe type speel about how wonderful the last four years have been, how many friends I've made and how I've grown, but that this chapter in my life is closing and I must move on and face whatever life has to give me. And then I thought about it. What does life have to give me? What on earth lies in store? Easy right- a job. Money! No more wanting those designer clothes, but walking past them to Mr. Price (not that there's anything wrong with Mr. Price, but when you see something you can't afford somewhere else it sucks just a little bit). No more going out, happily spending and waking up the next morning to an empty wallet and blanks in the bank.

But then I thought to myself- what job? Where am I going to find this job? Who is going to hire me? Why would they hire me? And let's say I found this job, that would mean waking up every morning, going to work and coming home at five EVERY DAY. Living for weekends. Hating your boss. Joining the rat race. Office politics. Climbing the corporate ladder. All of this made me think about what adults have to live for. It's like that banking advert about wanting to be in individual. You're just not.

I WANT TO BE A FIRST YEAR AGAIN!!! Give me back my Monday dawnies and free afternoons! I want more digs parties and pigs nights! Morning coffee at the hex, sitting under jacaranda trees, afternoon sport, gossiping during lectures, skipping lectures, hell even just lectures! Keep the house, the car, the job and the 2.4 kids! Give me back my freedom! All I can say is enjoy it guys, because the rest of the future doesn't look half as nice no matter what graduate recruitment officers have to say.