The end of the line, really?

As I sit here on the second floor of the university library, I look out the window and wonder, where did it all go wrong?

Initially when I joined campus, the rule was that most work was in the first years and as you progress the work load reduces until voila! fourth year, which people described as a walk in the park. From what I see, life isn't as they had described. I had such high hopes and I wanted to have an experience like no other but some how at the end of the day the last step is harder than the first;but that's getting ahead of myself.

You see, everyone will tell you about  the best joints to chill on a Friday afternoon since class ends at 2 pm, the weekend parties,the women and the booze,what they fail to mention, however, is the endless assignments,the hustle when the internships come along, the projects and the most important which is, getting to your fourth year. I have watched friends take academic leaves, other have become mothers and some of course couldn't handle the pressure, so they left or changed courses.

I've made it above all odds, and even though I do not graduate soon, I can't help but wonder how my life would be if I were. Where do I start? After I wear that gown and that hat,after the party and the many handshakes, not forgetting the presents, after nursing the hangover the morning after, what then? 

The unknown result feels me with fear, not knowing how your life will go can be frightening. Any way, as I sit here looking out at the big buildings and nice cars passing by, I remember something a wise man once said, live in the moment since its the only moment you can change.