Everyone asks what's next. The honest answer is that I don't know yet.
For four years the plan was simple: graduate, get a job, be stable. It's what my parents expected. It's what everyone assumed. It made sense.
Instead I'm sitting in my room a few months before graduation with no job offer, no master's application, and a growing client list that technically makes me an accidental entrepreneur.
"What are you doing after college?"
I have three answers. The polite one is "I'm exploring opportunities in software engineering." The honest one is "Building things and hoping someone pays me to keep building things." The real one is "I have no idea," which is scary and freeing at the same time.
I usually go with the first. The third is the truth.
What college actually taught me
Not the curriculum. Half of my notes I will never open again (sorry, Shabana miss). College taught me how to learn fast, work with people I disagreed with, and ship projects under tight deadlines.
Uncertainty is a privilege
I know not everyone can afford to "figure it out." I'm lucky to have skills people pay for and parents who trust me enough not to panic. Publicly.
Some of it is also a choice. I'm not taking the safe path yet. Safe is fine, but I want to find out what I can build on my own first.