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Dear journal,
I'm ready to turn you around. Done with the high school self-pity, ready to move on to bigger and better self-pity. The post-high school, mid-college type of pity that truly does concern my livelihood. The type of self-pity that can be described by asking, "can I really afford this stack of cheese slices?". The type that gives up the cheese slices entirely, along with the loaf of bread in order to purchase a cheap bottle of Cabernet.
This type of self pity my friends is the kind where you can't even find a fast food job in the shambles of this failing economy, where you feel like running up to the supervisor, wrapping your hands around his neck and screaming, "I CAN DO THIS JOB BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD". The type where even your last resort (the temp agency) shakes its head and turns you away.
A type of pity where you spend a minimum of $500 on school books and it literally strains your heart. Hey, living off of oatmeal and soup isn't so bad. Especially not when you spend the night getting hammered because you don't know how else to avoid panic.
Oh it'll be okay, just take out more loans and you can worry about finding a job AFTER you graduate. It will be so much EASIER then. Or not. But let's not go there yet, because I am not quite at that point. Thank god.
I'm ready to turn you around. Done with the high school self-pity, ready to move on to bigger and better self-pity. The post-high school, mid-college type of pity that truly does concern my livelihood. The type of self-pity that can be described by asking, "can I really afford this stack of cheese slices?". The type that gives up the cheese slices entirely, along with the loaf of bread in order to purchase a cheap bottle of Cabernet.
This type of self pity my friends is the kind where you can't even find a fast food job in the shambles of this failing economy, where you feel like running up to the supervisor, wrapping your hands around his neck and screaming, "I CAN DO THIS JOB BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THE WORLD". The type where even your last resort (the temp agency) shakes its head and turns you away.
A type of pity where you spend a minimum of $500 on school books and it literally strains your heart. Hey, living off of oatmeal and soup isn't so bad. Especially not when you spend the night getting hammered because you don't know how else to avoid panic.
Oh it'll be okay, just take out more loans and you can worry about finding a job AFTER you graduate. It will be so much EASIER then. Or not. But let's not go there yet, because I am not quite at that point. Thank god.