So I take a breath that is a little bit on the shaky side. I keep my arms by my side, scared they will show the nerves that I've been trying to hide.
I hear him say I'm going to count to three and you need to run.
One.
Two.
Three.
One.
Two.
Three.
And I run. I don't think about it. I run. I don't think about everything that could go wrong. Or the what ifs.
Or how insane I am for having just ran off a platform 100 feet off the ground. I just ran. I didn't even hesitate! I trusted everything would be ok.
Or how insane I am for having just ran off a platform 100 feet off the ground. I just ran. I didn't even hesitate! I trusted everything would be ok.
And there is a moment before the zipline catches you, where you are just falling. Its just a brief moment before I'm sliding down, but it feels like forever.
(Notice the exit sign at the bottom of the photo!)
So I'm now a college graduate. I've picked up the diploma and everything. It still feels so strange!
I'll never forget sitting in halls with my friend after my last final. I was still worried.
I kept saying how I was done, wondering if maybe the next time I said it I would actually believe it myself. I didn't.
I was mostly thinking of things that could go wrong, you know, natural disasters and such.
Maybe my crazy journalism teacher would decide to fail me or maybe I didn't study hard enough for my business law final. I obviously didn't know enough about Billy Bubba Hawkins and his legal troubles. What if there is a tornado and all my grades fly away!
My friend confidently said to me that he was sure everything would be just fine and that what was the worst that would happen? I go for another semester.
My first thought was that we obviously disagreed on how devastating going another semester would be. :p
But by my second thought I decided to be a little more rational and saw his point. So then I let myself believe, that maybe, just maybe, I really was finished. That that really could be my last day as a college student.
(Notice the exit sign at the bottom of the photo!)
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So I'm now a college graduate. I've picked up the diploma and everything. It still feels so strange!
I'll never forget sitting in halls with my friend after my last final. I was still worried.
I kept saying how I was done, wondering if maybe the next time I said it I would actually believe it myself. I didn't.
I was mostly thinking of things that could go wrong, you know, natural disasters and such.
Maybe my crazy journalism teacher would decide to fail me or maybe I didn't study hard enough for my business law final. I obviously didn't know enough about Billy Bubba Hawkins and his legal troubles. What if there is a tornado and all my grades fly away!
My friend confidently said to me that he was sure everything would be just fine and that what was the worst that would happen? I go for another semester.
My first thought was that we obviously disagreed on how devastating going another semester would be. :p
But by my second thought I decided to be a little more rational and saw his point. So then I let myself believe, that maybe, just maybe, I really was finished. That that really could be my last day as a college student.
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So here I am. Having just ran off the platform, waiting for the line to catch. Not knowing what's next in my life. Maybe everything will work out and it will be a fun ride. Maybe I'll hit the ground and have to come up with a plan B.
All I know is I just ran. I didn't even hesitate! And I'm trusting everything will be ok. :)
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