As is typical with the end of a semester, there's always that feeling of relief and (depending on the individual's attitude and feelings) satisfaction. Yet, there's also that sense of "Now what?" where everything seems to go off track, at least for a while.
This past week, the ending of my semester was unusual, considering the last day was on a Wednesday - and three days before Christmas. (That's all settled, however.) On the other hand, since I'm officially graduated, people have asked me about my plans afterwards. I don't have any at the moment. I do have interests in a writing job (e.g., writing reviews, articles, essays), maybe start out as a contributing writer. Besides the point, I know, for me at least, that I'll be living in the same area throughout the spring. After that, nothing serious yet.
The other challenge is reminding yourself to be active and not get comfortable too much. The last two days (including today) were spent watching movies and going to the library doing random stuff on the computer, a majority of which I wrote on a yellow slip of paper. I reminded myself this afternoon that if I want to be a writer, I need to stay active in it and grow in my experience and knowledge of it, whether it's researching, marking fragments or quotes, etc.
Here's another example. When I graduated high school, I learned that freedom isn't necessarily free. There are still responsibilities and duties to take into account, such as a job, bank accounts, household work, family/siblings, and so forth. In this case, it's my current job, looking for a full-time job, and (I know this is vague, but it's important) continuing to be honest and truthful in what I say and do.