I'm back at RPI after my crazy adventure overseas, which I still haven't finished writing about, and have been hit with culture shock almost comprable to the culture shock I encountered in England. I'm stilling using some English slang which is flat out refusing to leave my vobaculary. I imagine it sounds pretty ridiculous with my revived western New York accent. Reaclimating to RPI's workload has been an experience that has not involved a lot of sleep.
This is my fourth at RPI which usually means senior year. While I am graduating this year it's hardly a tradtional senior year. Fall semester is my last semester as an undergraduate. In the spring, I'll be starting my graduate research assistantship which is going to completely change the rest of my college experience. I'll participate in graduation in May and then prepare myself for three intensive years of grad school to finish my Ph.D. I know this is all well in the future but it's quickly becoming a reality.
When I started my senior year of high school I had been ready to move on for at least a year already. Now I'm flabbergasted that we're seniors and about to all start being grown ups with jobs and responisbilities. Inevitable? Yes. Do I like it? No. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to seriously start my graduate work. I'm just in shock of how quickly the years have passed and the enormity of what still lies ahead.