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When I drove into Livermore this morning Linkin Park came up randomly on shuffle on my iPod. I smiled at that, the angst Nu Metal I listened to in middle school as the soundtrack to my hometown. This wet winter has left the hill vibrant and green. I still feel claustrophobic in Livermore, but I understand why someone would want to live here. I have been gone for enough of a time that I miss the familiar scenery. I do not plan on moving back to my little suburban town after I graduate, but I am glad to be here for a couple days.
My friends in Santa Cruz have all wound themselves tightly over the worries of graduation. We have paid for an overpriced UC education and find the current job market to hold few prospects. Where will we live? What will we do? No one wants to move back in with their parents. I carry the same tension in my neck and shoulders as everyone else, but at least I have a plan. In June I will move to Pasadena, rent a room and get a job. I will test out Los Angeles, city of angels, factory of glamour and gloss, land of the freeway. I will see if I can live in the smog and the bustle. If I like it well enough, I will take classes at Art Center in the fall so I can start learning graphic design. I don't want to be a professional gallery artist. I don't know if I want to be a professional photographer. I may eventually want to go to grad school, but I need time to think. I have been in school as long as I can remember. I am done. I want to go home and not have homework, I do not want to spend my days off doing school work or thinking about school work. I need to breathe for a while.
My friends in Santa Cruz have all wound themselves tightly over the worries of graduation. We have paid for an overpriced UC education and find the current job market to hold few prospects. Where will we live? What will we do? No one wants to move back in with their parents. I carry the same tension in my neck and shoulders as everyone else, but at least I have a plan. In June I will move to Pasadena, rent a room and get a job. I will test out Los Angeles, city of angels, factory of glamour and gloss, land of the freeway. I will see if I can live in the smog and the bustle. If I like it well enough, I will take classes at Art Center in the fall so I can start learning graphic design. I don't want to be a professional gallery artist. I don't know if I want to be a professional photographer. I may eventually want to go to grad school, but I need time to think. I have been in school as long as I can remember. I am done. I want to go home and not have homework, I do not want to spend my days off doing school work or thinking about school work. I need to breathe for a while.