What Now?

My tenuous grip on my student status has fully loosened.

It's been over three weeks since I was at Guildford Cathedral shaking John Simpson's hand. I had been gripping on to that status since the first week of May when I handed in my last assignment. Being a student allowed me to dodge many tricky questions:

"Do you have a job?"

I'm a student.

"What's your future plans?"

Well, I'm concentrating on being a student.

"Are you going to help clean up?"

Student.

I recently entered my mid-20's. Due to a combination of bad course choices and general larking, I didn't enter University until I was 22. Being slightly older then most didn't prove to be a problem, it helped that I have the voice of a 10-year-old. University is such a great deal, spend three years studying a subject you're interested in with like-minded people around your (mental) age, Oh! And here is all this interest-free cash which you don't have to pay back till much, much later.

I was consumed in the University bubble, I never thought those three years were going to end. The last two summers were a breeze. I knew exactly where I was heading, back for another round of Uni. Now I'm faced with a multitude of options with various potential pitfalls and traps.

I'm certainly feeling the Post-Uni blues, and my age means I don't get the luxury of wallowing. I need to decide on my future. NOW.

The Facebook feed of my former Secondary School classmates features engagement announcements, job cripes and people genuinely excited for the weekend. An alarming amount are married, some even have kids. And here I am still playing Pokemon.

Despite my melancholy, I take comfort from a post I saw on Reddit: "Life is not a race." In the end, there's likely no Resident Evil style End Screen displaying all your stats such as how much cash you made and how many countries you've visited (although, it would be pretty awesome if there was). However, If life was really a race, I'd be lagging somewhere behind the kid from the Phantom Menace and MySpace.