Senior year: bittersweet

This past summer, I've been working full time. It's been exhausting (I know, I'm so weaksauce), but I am excited to go back to being a full-time undergrad with fewer responsibilities or worries.

However, whenever my thoughts truly focus on my last year, it's anything but exciting. I am filled with such anxiety, and to sum it up, it's very bittersweet. I love thinking ahead, but my thoughts and words change to accommodate them properly. My thoughts and words are changing to accommodate my future plans. For example, when writing one of my cover letters, I usually inform an employer that I am "pursuing a major in..." and now I actually had to change it to "finishing a Bachelor of Science in..." Oh goodness, I'm finishing my major. The end is near! haha

There are so many new opportunities I want to explore, yet I have to figure out my life at the same time? Last chance to dance with the Hawaii club, last year of being an ESL tutoring, last chance of being an undergrad... Le sigh.

I usually like to include some optimism, but "bittersweet" is just the best word to use right now.