#nigga help me

I’m writing this post in hopes that I’ll be able to write a follow up post a few months from now telling myself I had nothing to worry about. I have on full blown Gucci graduation goggles, with a side of Saint Laurent senioritis, word to Guapdad 4000. The end of undergrad is here, where all of the classes are a good 20 minutes too long, and none of the things you actually paid attention to are on the exam. 

This week, I had one of my classmates cover his answers while we were taking our midterm. Dude. You’re thirty-five.  

My undergrad career has definitely not been a smooth one, and while others insist I’m going to miss it when I’m finished, I’d have to argue that mostly anyone that knows half of the battle I’ve had to go through would not agree. I have more than earned my right to say I am ready for this to be over. 

I’m literally so close, but I feel like I’m not doing anything quite right. The efforts I’m putting in just don’t match how smart I know I am. And I just have to think to myself, is this what I’ve come to? I might be dramatic for this whole post, but the only thing I’m sure about right now, is that I would really, really, like to graduatealready. 

Can anyone relate? Submit, hit that ask button, etc, I’d really like to hear from you.