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Approaching my final year in college, I can’t help but feel the jitters coming on. It’s not just any other year, but the FINAL year (hopefully). I’ve been gathering up books, stalking teachers for early syllabuses and of course, shopping for new kicks and clothes. I‘m excited to be busy and it has nothing to do with sitting in all summer watching Tom & Jerry as I hurt the planet with my a/c. I got so nervous last night, I was having a hard time breathing but I found out it wasn’t nerves but a moldy piece of watermelon was sitting in front of the a/c which was blowing in my face (mold makes me sick). But as I write this at school (I’m here three day’s early!) I’m getting this feeling of letting go, mostly all the stupid things I’ve done (and will do). What I am happy is I know it will be a struggle for jobs when I graduate but I am like SpongeBob when he says, ‘I’M READY! I’M READY!’.  Things seem less important and my eagerness to learn is higher than ever before. What I am worried about is throwing up in class because of anxiety or farting in the library when I get frustrated using the copy machine, but I guess it will be amusing at the moment but the beauty of time is, it fades.

My whole school experience (from Kindergarten to now) can only be described as driving in a seemingly endless tunnel. You start somewhere and it’s dark and scary, then you keep moving on and the road gets a little smoother. Half way you get the hang of things but you turn on your radio and get distracted.  If your lucky enough to be in a good tunnel (unlike the Big Dig in Boston), you can expect the tunnel is fool proof unless you mess it up yourself. Then in college, you see the light at the end of the tunnel and on graduation, you embrace it. Some people can’t handle the light, like it’s blinding but I know I can because I plan on failing, a lot. No one gets it right the first time or always has a smooth drive, or else we wouldn’t need car insurance.

So as I think about it, the jitters might not be about school but after that, the unknown.

I have to admit, the unknown jitters are exciting.