With graduation a mere two months away and my friends increasingly becoming equal parts nostalgic and terrified, I’ve had a lot of time lately to think about all of the things that I’m going to miss about being a college student.

The list could go on for pages, but I’ll attempt to cut it down to a top ten.

1. Binging Netflix while I put off my homework until obscene hours of the late night/early morning. For some odd reason, I feel like being an adult means that you can’t spend the majority of your time re-watching every episode of The Office.

2. Reading fantastic literature because I have to. Had I not been assigned certain novels (and let’s be honest ,there was definitely assigned reading that I didn’t even crack open) I probably never would have picked them up.

Some of my very favorite stories are the ones I wouldn’t ever have chosen for myself.

3. Spending time with my friends both voluntarily and involuntarily by way of having to sit together through hours of lectures we never wanted to take (and actually snapchatting stupid pictures of our faces through the majority of those lectures).

4. That sense of accomplishment one is only able to attain after successfully passing a test you didn’t study for and/or acing the paper you wrote in forty minutes at two in the morning.

5. When my mom comes to visit and sometimes buys my groceries.

6. Having spent a few good years not being the low man on the totem pole, starting from the bottom is going to be the definition of “suck.” I’ll rather miss judging the misguided choices of campus freshmen.

7. On that same level, I will definitely miss the luxury of leaving my house wearing sweatpants on weekday mornings if I so choose.
8. I will miss my friends being within “coming over just to hang out” distance.

The thought that my entire, fantastic little clique will be pulled out into very different places makes my soul ache.

9. The ability to speak the words, “I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet” in regards to the future of my career. If it were possible to answer “Oh, I’ve still got some time to decide” well into the next three or four years, I would take full advantage of that.

10. This year I had to do things like my own taxes, for the first time.

At some point I will be put in charge of acquiring myself things akin to health insurance and expected to understand what it means to “buy stock.”

I will miss not being considered a fully grown, fully responsible human being that has to make any and all uncomfortable phone calls for myself.

I’m not entirely sure what the future holds for me, or for the people that I care about who are also moving on with their lives.

I suppose that’s the scary part. Setting aside the loss of night-owl Netflix and having to understand the elements of what a will should contain, the most petrifying thing about rounding the corner into actual adulthood is the unknown.

Maybe I’ll just spend the next two months under the assumption that my life will play itself out in the fashion of some fantastical-feeling good film and I can set any and all concerns aside.

That said, if anyone needs me I’ll be Netflixing Parks and Recreation and pretending life altering decisions don’t exist.