Graduating is a weird moment in life. All the feelings and all the questions pile up to form one big blob of "Oh no, what now?". Anxiety in the main weird driving force, despite maybe, just maybe, this being probably the last time you will be so commitment free. It doesn't matter. Your brain goes everywhere.

I can't believe this moment finally arrived! Free of professors, classes, essays... Relief. Now I just need to walk there on stage in front of everyone and grab my diploma. Preferably without tripping. Damn it, I hope I don't trip. Oh, but I'll miss my friends. Will I ever see my friends now? Of course I will. I mean, I think so. I hope? They all know what to do and where to go. How do they know so much? I wish I knew. Do I get a job now? How? Where? Which job? Or do I continue my studies? Do I go for an MBA or an LLM? Do I go for a Master's? Can I even handle a Master's? I'm so tired of studying. What would I even study? What do I even want to do with what's left of my brain? Do I move back with my parents? Do I just enjoy sleeping until 11 a.m. for as long as I possibly can? Do I have to start going to the gym, eating healthy and being responsible now? How do you even do adulthood? I don't feel much difference. And it's been 5 years. But I do feel relief. I mean, it's been 5 years. Oh, but I'll miss my friends.

Graduating is one weird moment in life.