The other day, as I sat among the sleep deprived students scattered about my favorite on-campus coffee shop, I realized how nostalgic I was for my stressful, crazy, wonderful days of college. Like most students attending my university, UC Irvine was not my first choice of schools but overtime, it wooed me with its Humanities Department and beautiful park. In college, my life felt so secure — I had a set goal of graduation, my friends were only a five minute walk away and my dreams felt so attainable that I believed I would be the editor and chief of Glamour the minute I graduated. For me, college was a place I felt infinite.
Now, walking along the same park path I had crossed hundreds of times on my way to class, I missed that security. At times when no editor is calling me back, I can’t help wishing I could go back to the carefree days of college. Those days spent discussing Fitzgerald and Faulkner with my professors and my biggest daily worry revolving around my grueling workload and finals. The real world has been more tricky and rejecting than I once anticipated and a year after graduation, I’m back wondering what my next great adventure will be.
In moments like this, there seems no better option than to turn to the puppets of Avenue Q for some life advice and a song “I Wish I Could Go Back To College.” What can I say? They get me.