sober musings of a december graduate
what now? what now!?
both good questions. december graduation's more than a little anticlimactic when you've put in your four years. i feel so behind. i wonder if i'll stop daydreaming about my future now that it's here. my great aunt ruth had a near-death experience this afternoon. she said she knew she wouldn't be alone.
a couple thousand dollars to my name isn't much different than being broke. do you think that's enough to move to chicago? it seems like it'd be easier to get a job if i lived there first. i kinda doubt starbucks is gonna fly me up to interview. my immediate future would be a lot less complicated if i wanted to live in columbia.
it's been a bizarre semester. at the moment i think the most important lesson i've learned in the past couple months is that being alone isn't so bad, but i'd like to have an adventure in the meantime ... this semester's been full of Mr. Orwell's frustrated boredom usually reserved for hurricane victims and the chronically poor. i'm glad it's over. i think i'm ready to grow up. my ridiculous teens made me the 20-something i am now. i wonder what sort of 30-something monster i'm creating as we speak.
but graduates always feel at loss when they first get out, right? you'd think i'd be more excited, right? maybe this is where i make a decision. no more dictated, multiple choice decisions to make. where to go college, what to major in, who to hang out with, who to love. but now there's no more semesters. no more tests. i had a dream once where i hung from a hang-glider, over mountains and meadows and lakes, and everyone let go and flew away. but i didn't let go. i've never flown in a dream. maybe if i move to chicago i'll fly.
till then, congrats to all the fabulous graduates gettin gradjeeated tomorra. text my cell phone (479 4891) and we'll discuss cokie's words or inspiration in Real Time.
both good questions. december graduation's more than a little anticlimactic when you've put in your four years. i feel so behind. i wonder if i'll stop daydreaming about my future now that it's here. my great aunt ruth had a near-death experience this afternoon. she said she knew she wouldn't be alone.
a couple thousand dollars to my name isn't much different than being broke. do you think that's enough to move to chicago? it seems like it'd be easier to get a job if i lived there first. i kinda doubt starbucks is gonna fly me up to interview. my immediate future would be a lot less complicated if i wanted to live in columbia.
it's been a bizarre semester. at the moment i think the most important lesson i've learned in the past couple months is that being alone isn't so bad, but i'd like to have an adventure in the meantime ... this semester's been full of Mr. Orwell's frustrated boredom usually reserved for hurricane victims and the chronically poor. i'm glad it's over. i think i'm ready to grow up. my ridiculous teens made me the 20-something i am now. i wonder what sort of 30-something monster i'm creating as we speak.
but graduates always feel at loss when they first get out, right? you'd think i'd be more excited, right? maybe this is where i make a decision. no more dictated, multiple choice decisions to make. where to go college, what to major in, who to hang out with, who to love. but now there's no more semesters. no more tests. i had a dream once where i hung from a hang-glider, over mountains and meadows and lakes, and everyone let go and flew away. but i didn't let go. i've never flown in a dream. maybe if i move to chicago i'll fly.
till then, congrats to all the fabulous graduates gettin gradjeeated tomorra. text my cell phone (479 4891) and we'll discuss cokie's words or inspiration in Real Time.