by Chrissy Zehrbach
Editor in Chief
Just breathe… all I have to do is just breathe. This is what I have been telling myself all week, but to no avail – the stress continues to pile up around me and I think I’m about ready to burst.
It’s registration time again. And just like any other semester I chose what classes I still needed and signed up. It was easier this semester, I didn’t really have a choice in what I need to take–I need to graduate.
It wasn’t until my fellow seniors mentioned it to me that I realized this was the last time I would have to register for classes.
At first it was a relief that I would not have to go through the painful process ever again.
But now it’s just adding to my stress because the fact that I will no longer register for another semester means I’m that much closer to being done and leaving the University of La Verne.
I know I’ve said this in the past, but it still applies: with graduation less than six months away I still have no idea what I’ll be doing, or even what I want to do for that matter.
I’m sure I’m not alone on this. There are a lot of seniors in the same boat.
Each week I’ve read Amby’s columns about the uncertainty of her future, and now it’s catching up with me.
I had been pretty calm about all this until everyone else around me started to freak out.
There was a fleeting moment this summer where I decided I wanted to go to graduate school, but after some time I changed my mind.
I soon realized that the reason I hadn’t filled out applications or signed up to take the GRE was that I didn’t want to go, at least not right away. Now there’s a need for me to find a plan B.
I think subconsciously part of my motivation for continuing my education was to extend the time I have before entering the real world.
But most of all it was a chance to get away and experience something and somewhere new.
I was ready to pack up and head across the country until I decided it just wasn’t what I wanted or should be doing at this point in my life.
And while wanting to get away from this setting is so very tempting, at the same time I don’t want to leave. While I seek out change, I hate it just the same.
I was given the opportunity to travel to Minnesota this weekend with the women’s volleyball team. The chance to escape couldn’t have come at a better time.
I’ve never been so cold as I was this weekend, but I haven’t been quite that relaxed in a long time either.
It didn’t seem to bother me that I never really got to have a Thanksgiving. I was just happy to be going somewhere somewhat spontaneously.
I had fun covering the games and while I wasn’t working on that (which was a fair amount of time) I was relaxing and having fun. I was carefree.
Of course there were things I should have been working on, but I put them on the back burner to preserve my sanity (at least that’s what I’m telling myself, I’m really just a big procrastinator).
When I reluctantly returned back to the speedy way of life here at ULV, leaving the snow behind me, the procrastination caught up with me. I’ve got assignments up to my eyeballs and not nearly enough time to complete them all.
I keep telling myself there are only two weeks left in the semester, but it does not seem to help reassure me at all.
The real world is coming, but as much as I worry I think I’m prepared. So nevermind all this... bring it on... but I’ll need to remember to breathe.
Chrissy Zehrbach, a senior journalism major, is editor in chief of the Campus Times. She can be reached by e-mail at sqweet@aol.com.