Evidently I graduated six months ago. How this happened without it registering that I might actually have to pay someone BACK for that 4 year party, I don't really know. But I do know the following things:
- My job has NOTHING to do with my major, which was political science (more on my major later)
- I only got the job out a a serendipitous sequence of events kickstarted by an act of nepotism over 3 years ago. Were it not for that, I am certain that I would be unemployed
- I am living in the room that I grew up in.
- My mom is now more of a political activist than I am
- I now am the owner of a leopard print snuggie.
So clearly the "real world" that college was supposed to prepare me for is really a life suitable for someone with limited mental and perhaps physical capacity. Really? This is what I worked for 4 years for? And now I have to funnel a large portion of my already measly income into paying for it?
I know I'm being pessimistic. And negative. But you know what? Fuck it. I don't really care. I know I have "options." They include grad school, law school, grad school, or law school. But what do you do when you don't know what you want to do? I'm not going to pump more money into something that I am not sure I want to follow through on.
So I'm left at an impasse. Either bite a bullet and go to grad school/law school for something that I'm ambivalent about, or bide my time in my current stage of arrested development. In a snuggie.
Well. At least I will be damn warm and comfy.
even though you don't comment on my blogs, I'll be nice and comment on yours because its fun to get comments.
ReplyDeleteum. yes, fuck loans. also, just remember...in a little over a year we will be eloping. so don't stress too much.
you are such a talented writer. god i kind of hate you.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad you're writing blogs again, Jules; I always loved reading them. (This is Ryan, by the way.) Keep it up. I miss you!
ReplyDeleteps you should follow my two blogs. and judge me on my food choices and my lack of updating
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