Jesus Christ... Am I an adult now?
Since we've spoke last I've transitioned from a newly graduated student, bright eyed and bushy tailed setting off into a world of possibilities.
It is now my duty to tell you, those possibilities you hear so much about growing up? You know, the you could be a doctor or a biochemist or a lawyer or anything you want to be children if you just try hard enough! Two things to be said about that, when they say hard, they mean really fucking hard. No half assing your education like you did the last 11 years, they mean business. Mostly this is due to the massive test at the end of the year which amounts to fifty percent of your grade. There's really no way (other than cheating) to really talk your way out of this one. My heretofore unchallenged ability to pull verbal wheelies around my peers and direct superiors was thwarted quite neatly by this (and also math).
Second no matter how slightly above average (but not nearly high enough to feel proud of) you finish, its not enough for them. No sir, they're looking for three sciences, two extracurriculars and some volunteer work. Suddenly that manic asian girl in your year whose name had become an oft used collluquialism in your high school (meaning to kick ass in the scholarly department with a huge deficit socially) doesn't seem quite so tragic. You have now tallied the costs of tuition and living expenses. Fainted. And upon dragging your limp body off the ground decided that an out of town education probably wont work out to well. Needless to say you don't wish to attend your home town's university, having once been asked, upon stating an intended attendance, whether you would be taking business or engineering. Two perfectly fine majors mind you, and they really were the only worth while courses taking at this establishment but nothing I have any inclination towards. (I did mention math?)
So you think - I'll take a year off! Pull up some of my grades, get a job. Maybe I'll go to Europe! Live a little and arrive in the post secondary universe a savvy and world weary traveler ready to face the college assholes with a pithy smirk and the careless sort of panache equated to people like Blanche Dubois or Oscar Wilde.
This has not happened. I'm six months into my twelve month sabbatical and have done precisely this:
- Attained a part time job. At a grocery chain. In the Meat Department. Cleaning the Meat Dpt.
- Attained a complementary full time job 45 minutes by bus from first job. Selling shoes. At discount.
- Worked like this for two months.
- Quit at the shoe store. And by quit I mean, quit showing up to.
- Accomplished exactly zero in my courses Bio 30 or Math 30P, both taken out in the blind rush of confidence I felt at the beginnings of this summer.
Then, about two months ago, my mother, in a fit of good intentions and nepotism led me to a job posting in her office. I applied, the pay easily surmounting what I made at both of my menial jobs combined but held very little hope of recieving the job as i most people working there possessed at least a Bachelors degree, even thought hey weren't required. Through a combination of fluke and how well liked my mother was in the building received an interview. This, I knew, was my in. I don't like to brag but I kick ass at interviews. So I went in, charmed the two kindly middle aged women in charge and was hired a week later.
So now I spend eight hours a day in an open space office combining data entry with sorting skills. I am a making more money than I can ever hope to for at least five years after I graduate from university and the people are great. Furthermore, I haven't even felt the slightest inclination to abandon ship that I normally get around week two of steady responsibility.
God forbid, i think I'm an adult now.
What the fuck next?