Wait… Colby has a career center?

As my friends will attest, I have a few loves in life: books, poetry, dance, and makeup. I realize that last one may have thrown you for a loop, but hear me out. I love all things literary. I actually enjoy grammar (I know, weird). A sentence full of assonance makes me more excited than the news that Chance the Rapper is coming to Colby. Still, makeup takes a close second to that excitement. Sometimes my friends joke that my favorite part of going out on the weekends is getting ready and playing with colors.

So then why am I at Colby, an institution where telling someone you’d love to go to school for makeup artistry would result in an instant judgment of “wow, how did you even get into a school like Colby?”

The answer: words, critical and creative thinking, and amazing friendships have kept me at Colby. In addition, I would like to get a job after college. Well that, and the lyrics from Grease‘s “Beauty School Drop-Out” occasionally haunt me. But after about two weeks of class, I am scared. I’ve never been so hyper aware of the “college flies by so quickly; cherish it” clichés to which every college student grows accustomed. After sitting through a mandatory Career Center meeting, I did not feel excited for the future. Perhaps that was due to the speaker’s questionable tactics (dare I say “sass?”), or the never-ending questions from what feels like everyone asking, “what are you going to do after college?” Or perhaps it is not others’ sentiments that cause me stress. Rather, it may be my own fear of the unknown mixed with a healthy dose of denial about imminent graduation that trigger my refusal to obsessively update my LinkedIn and sign up for Career Center workshops. Career Center emails refuse to cease punching me in the gut every time I open my inbox and occasionally have me googling “best makeup schools in the US,” but something keeps me weighing the options for a “real job.”

I am still scared of the future. But I am also excited for it. While I know this final chapter in my Colby experience will leave me with the feeling of finishing a great book and wishing you had a hundred more pages. I’m ready for weekly pub and bar nights. I’m ready for hundreds of pages of reading. I’m ready for hours of essay writing. I’m ready for the love-hate relationship with this upcoming year. What I’m still working on is getting ready to get on the job market. But hey, we’ve been instructed to cherish our time in college, so why rush out of it? Maybe I’ll end up in school for Makeup Artistry, or in a publishing house, or in finance (ok, let’s be real, there is NO way I will work in finance). Regardless, I am determined to go into each interview, application, and mandatory Career Center workshop or meeting with a positive outlook. David Greene used the refrain “This is Colby’s moment, this is Colby’s time” in his inaugural address, and I think it’s a good mantra for us seniors: this is our moment, this is our time.