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So, school is ending, and I shall soon be jobless, homeless, and horribly unprepared for the reality that awaits me in only a month. I need the FBI to finish whatever preliminary background check I suspect they are doing and get back to me in some way. I need more from the VA Dept of Forensic Science that the polite letter in the mail letting me know that "my application will be screened to determine if I will be selected for an interview." I need so much more than that to ease my mind.
All my friends are talking about their new apartments for next year, what grad schools they got into, the job interviews they have. And I've got nothing. Even my own brother is showing me up. In the span of this last week he bought a house in South Carolina and is planning to move 2 states away, went away on a cruise to the bahamas for his spring break from teaching and while he was gone he asked his girlfriend of 3 years to marry him. Me... I was here, I took tests, I did homework, I scrapbooked, I went out to a bar. I had the same week that's flown by every week, for the last 4 years... and suddenly I realize maybe that's not good?
Screw you real world, and the metaphorical man in my social subconsious who holds me down. My friend Sam commented the other day that they should teach kids about finances and taxes in school so one knows how not to have ones ass handed to them by the IRS. I have decided that they should teach people a great deal more, about a great deal more things in school, so that one knows how not to have one ass handed to them by life.
Maybe if I just stay here a little while longer and sit on my ass they won't be able to take it... but I'm nore inclined to say that it's about to be ripped out from underneath me and I don't much like the thought.
All my friends are talking about their new apartments for next year, what grad schools they got into, the job interviews they have. And I've got nothing. Even my own brother is showing me up. In the span of this last week he bought a house in South Carolina and is planning to move 2 states away, went away on a cruise to the bahamas for his spring break from teaching and while he was gone he asked his girlfriend of 3 years to marry him. Me... I was here, I took tests, I did homework, I scrapbooked, I went out to a bar. I had the same week that's flown by every week, for the last 4 years... and suddenly I realize maybe that's not good?
Screw you real world, and the metaphorical man in my social subconsious who holds me down. My friend Sam commented the other day that they should teach kids about finances and taxes in school so one knows how not to have ones ass handed to them by the IRS. I have decided that they should teach people a great deal more, about a great deal more things in school, so that one knows how not to have one ass handed to them by life.
Maybe if I just stay here a little while longer and sit on my ass they won't be able to take it... but I'm nore inclined to say that it's about to be ripped out from underneath me and I don't much like the thought.