This year is going to be big. Huge. I’m not even sure I can handle the bigly bigness of this big year.
Apparently, I’ve finished my undergraduate degree. That’s perhaps the biggest of all the big things. Three years of University and finding my path in life and all that jazz … and, hold your hats, guys, I’m motherfreaking graduating in May. What!? How is that possible? It went so fast! Three years of innumerable coffees, bus rides, all-nighters, steak sandwiches at Slurp, shopping on Queen Street, lectures, tutorials, sleep-ins, afternoons at the AV Library, books, ‘study candy’, and it’s OVER? And now I can say I have a Bachelor of Arts in English and Film, Television, and Media Studies from the University of Auckland? That can’t be right! I don’t even know anything yet!
And so this year, I’m going to be at one of the UofA’s other campuses (oh, city campus, I will miss you!) - over at Epsom, studying towards a Graduate Diploma in Teaching for Secondary. Seriously. No really, I went to a panel interview and sat a numeracy and literacy test last year and everything and they were like yeah, we’re going to train you up and then next year you can inspire and lead the young minds of New Zealand. The children are the future. I’m terrified. My main concerns are divided thus, 1) I KNOW NOTHING. I JUST LIKE TO READ AND WATCH MOVIES, and 2) I NEED A WHOLE NEW WARDROBE. For hours tonight, I’ve searched for teacher fashion inspiration. Apparently you need, like, 50 cardigans. I ONLY HAVE FIVE. I think I’ll spend my entire course-related costs on the wardrobe. That’s clearly the most important thing. And no more shopping at Glassons or Wild Pair or anything young. It would just embarrass my students. Oh, to be twenty-years-old and already so, so aged. Am I even allowed to go to town anymore?
Speaking of age, I’m turning 21 this year. My birthday falls a week and a half after my graduation. Two weeks later, I’m going to Florence and the Machine. I already have my ticket. (I’m also going to Taylor Swift in March, but that kind of thing is bracketed, and therefore, by acknowledging the shame of attending such an event, it’s somehow okay) (In a cooler bracket, if the Red Hot Chili Peppers are coming to NZ again, I’ll totally go to that). May is going to be absolutely insane.
Not only all of that, but I’m 100% going to celebrate the 2012-2013 New Year’s Eve extravaganza in New York. YES. All my savings. New York. Hopefully, then, I can come back, do my two-years teaching in NZ, then bugger off to London to work and explore Europe. That’s the plan. I’m even considering doing a volunteer project in South America or Africa or Vietnam or something somewhere in there - teaching perhaps? Or working in an orphanage? Or looking after elephants in Thailand?
What else? Wealth, health, love, and happiness, if all goes according to plan. A new job, for sure. A new place to live, hmmm. My car broke down again tonight, so things aren’t looking great so far, but then again, The Hungers Games film come out this year and my dream of having a Book Club has come true, so come on 2012! Show me what you got!