College is like a Pizza Pie

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One person once told me that high school is like a pizza pie. Well, the same goes for college, expect that there are more life lessons. So how does college relate to a pizza pie? Here’s some simple math: 8 slices = 8 semesters (2 semesters per year). So technically each semester each college student is figuratively eating a slice of pizza. Since many college towns seem to have a million pizza places, students are actually eating tons of pizza slices each semester as well. And just like with every physical pizza pie, the metaphoric pizza pie will eventually be gone, too.

So right now I’m on my fourth slice, meaning that half of my college pie, half of my college career will be over after this semester. That completely terrifies me, because I know that from here on out, the rest of my college career is going to fly by. Who knew I could actually start hating pizza?

When your high school pizza pie ends it’s not that heartbreaking, because for most, the excitement of starting college sets in. When college ends, however, real life begins. Some go off to graduate school, medical school, or law school. Others take a year or two off and travel the world. For most, their first real day of work begins, hopefully in a field they have been majoring in for the past four years. It may not be their dream job, but there’s a whole lifetime ahead to score just that.

Since college goes as fast as it comes, there’s one simple rule to follow during your college years: take risks. College is the place where people morph into the people they will be in their adulthood and forward. It is the four years in which you can really live your life the way you want to, before all the responsibilities of life set in.

Even though I still have four full slices left of my pie, I know they will go quickly. I know that it’s important to cherish my time I have left.

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