It’s crazy to think that I’ve been in school for nearly 21 years at this point.

It’s even crazier to think that after all this time, I only have three months left. My last exam will be on April 18th, and barring anything unforeseen, that will be when my academic career ends.

I have mixed feelings about this.

On one hand, I’m getting tired of school. School is even more full time than most full time jobs. You don’t get to leave it behind at 5:00. It’s with you in the morning, it’s with you in the afternoon, it’s with you in the evening, and quite regularly it’s with you until right before you go to bed.

And school doesn’t pay particularly well. Being in a position where you have no reliable income stream isn’t fun.  Every time I purchase anything at all, I have to bear in mind that I’m exploiting a non-renewable resource, and that the $20 or $40 or $60 I’m spending will not find its way back into my bank account at the end of the week. It would be nice to be in a position where I can spend modestly and be comfortable in the knowledge that my paycheque will more than make up for it at the end of the week.

At the same time, I’m not racing to get out of here. School is all I’ve ever known, and right now the real world is one big unknown to me. I might be looking forward to it if I’d managed to land a job in August or September or October or November or December, but I didn’t. Right now I’m staring at a choice between being unemployed and returning to my summer employer, which would mean committing to living at home until June 2017, with all that entails.

It’s the old “stuck between a rock and a hard place” scenario. It’s not so great in here, but it’s not looking all that great on the other side either. Might as well make the most of these last three months, right?