Now what?
I graduate tomorrow night and I have no idea what I’m gonna do with myself afterwards. I have a broad plan, but as far as immediate specifics go, I got nothing. I don’t have a job yet or a place to live. I’m simply hoping something comes through for me preferably by mid-July. I’m so tired of people asking: “So what are you going to do? Where are you working? Have you found a place to live?” The funniest ones are “Do you have a boyfriend? What’s he going to do? When will you get married?” *sigh (The answers to the last 3: “My future husband forgot to be born and my boyfriend doesn’t exist either.”)
I am a first-generation college grad in my family. Even though having a bachelor’s doesn’t really make much of a difference in today’s world, I’m still very damn proud of myself. That GPA didn’t maintain its ownself while I busted my butt working shitty jobs throughout this college experience. (Yeah. I get to be a little vain.)
But despite that pride, I’m afraid of being a failure and/or a loser. It’s totally normal to feel so lost and “blah,” right?
On the upside, now that I’m about to be done with school (at least for a few years) I’m excited to read some classical literature for fun. Yeah. FUN. Thomas Hardy is first on my agenda and then I’m going to FINALLY get to read the Grimm brothers’ complete fairy tales. I’ve always wanted to read those so what better time than now as a single 22-year old who doesn’t have much happening?
Oh dear. I might be borderline pathetic. And that’s ok.


