I’m becoming one of those people. You know, one of those people that’s NEVER home. One of those people who’s only in the apartment she paid good money for for eight hours at night to sleep in and eat a bowl of cereal in the morning and then is never seen again by her roommates. One of those people who doesn’t have time to prepare a good meal and is using the microwaves on campus to cook boxed or frozen food instead. One of those people who thinks that boxed and frozen food is disgusting. One of those people who has more friends (or rather people that she sits by) at the library than normal friends. One of those people who decides what to wear in the morning by how comfortable it is to sit in at a chair in the library. One of those people who has a certain spot in the library and if that spot is taken will be ticked for the rest of the night. One of those people who finally leaves when the lights are turned off and the music gets so annoying she can’t stand it anymore. One of those people who can always be seen with a laptop open and multiple tabs that she’s thumbing through. One of those people relentlessly searching for internships, or working on a cover letter, or networking with every possible person. One of those people who practically lives out of her car or backpack because she doesn’t have time to go home in between activities. One of those people hounding professors for letters of recommendation. One of those people blogging when she should be writing a paper. One of those people trying to find a few sacred moments where she can open her scriptures and relax. One of those people who has the title of college senior. One of those people trying so hard so that she can leave this phase of life and move on to something greater and grander.
Yep, I’m one of those people.
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