Go Fish

Before I go on to write anymore, I should probably fill you in on a little fyi about myself. This semester is my final semester of college, and while most seniors find themselves admist internships and joke classes, I find myself sitting in tedious, monotonous level 200 classes as a senimore will. What’s a senimore? Think brangelina, speidi, bennifer…basically, I’m a senior taking classes as if I were to be a sophomore. BORING. Lucky for me, these dull classes give me a lot of time to ponder where I’m at in my life, and where I’m going (or not going in my case). The other day, I was sitting in class on one of the first days of the semester. Being the senimore that I am, I didn’t know a single person in the classroom chock-full of sohpmores. The teacher didn’t waste anytime getting to know us, and didn’t give us an opportunity to introduce ourselves to anyone else, which left me feeling awkward as hell. He started off the class handing us each a playing card, and this card would ultimately control a lot about the rest of the semester. As he strolled through the rows allowing each student to pick their own card, I couldn’t help but think about where I stand in life right now. My palms started to feel clamy as he approached me, and I picked the card on top. It was an Ace, and it was now my job to find the other person in the room that drew an Ace as well. Much like that day in class, upon graduation we will be handed a card (diploma), and while it’s often thought you must play the card you’re dealt, that’s not necessarily the case. I’ve put a lot of stress on myself to figure out what I’m going to do with my playing card once I graduate, but I’ve come to terms with the fact that in life you’re going to be handed cards that you don’t want. There’s going to be times when we will play the cards were dealt, but there will always be other options. If you don’t like the card you’re handed, there’s always a chance for you to “go fish”.