But what now?
I am typing this entry as a college graduate with a B.A. in Telecommunication and Film.
It feels like I've been in school forever. In fact, in all the time I've known you guys, I have been in school. But yesterday I walked across the stage (without tripping!) and accepted the fact I will never again stress over a test, or curse university parking, or hang out in the library with three hours between classes.
College taught me time management. It taught me not to sweat the small stuff. It taught me to show up or get out. While my brain holds a lot more book learning than it did going in, the lessons I really took away were scheduling, organization, and learning the material yourself if indeed your teacher in an 80-year-old man who doesn't know how to send group e-mails. (So he ignores you. ANYWAY.)
Thank you to my whole family, who helped me financially (as in, I would not have attended college without their help) and gave me the resources (pep talks! Food!) possible to finish. YOU ARE THE REASON I WEAR THE TASSEL.
Other things that have happened during the two months I didn't update:
My internship finished on the 2nd, and you know what? People liked me by the end. (It might have been the baked goods I brought in Monday mornings. Step into JB's Country Kitchen!) Anchors and PAs encouraged me to apply for a job there, though naturally I was informed that cooperate would absolutely not create another PA position, despite the director's insistence that one person on the floor was not enough. The point is, I liked all the people I worked with. The anchors were friendly and made my job bearable, and the director and other PAs always included me. I was almost sorry to go. Except for the 4:00 A.M. call time. That I could have done without.
Also, near the end of the internship, I helped Ms. D design the last issue of my old school paper. They're going to an online-only format next semester, so she wanted this last issue to be good. It was so great to see her! :.> I MISS THAT WOMAN.
On November 18th, I participated in the ol' craft show. (It's not Christmas until I waste money making things no one will buy!) This show was an in-house affair at Uncle J's work, so there was no entry fee, and I was so ahead of my internship hours that it was easy to take a day off. If you can believe it, I sold five items and made $23.00-the most I've ever made at one time. (One woman bought all five things, though. She really liked my stuff. No one else got near it.)
This was my little table:
The little pillows and flags are new; the rest are leftovers from last year. Plus, the lady next to me gave out free cookies. It's never a wasted day when you score free cookies.
And now... I start applying for jobs. Why, hello, least favorite part of my day. We meet again.
It feels like I've been in school forever. In fact, in all the time I've known you guys, I have been in school. But yesterday I walked across the stage (without tripping!) and accepted the fact I will never again stress over a test, or curse university parking, or hang out in the library with three hours between classes.
College taught me time management. It taught me not to sweat the small stuff. It taught me to show up or get out. While my brain holds a lot more book learning than it did going in, the lessons I really took away were scheduling, organization, and learning the material yourself if indeed your teacher in an 80-year-old man who doesn't know how to send group e-mails. (So he ignores you. ANYWAY.)
Thank you to my whole family, who helped me financially (as in, I would not have attended college without their help) and gave me the resources (pep talks! Food!) possible to finish. YOU ARE THE REASON I WEAR THE TASSEL.
Other things that have happened during the two months I didn't update:
This was my little table:
The little pillows and flags are new; the rest are leftovers from last year. Plus, the lady next to me gave out free cookies. It's never a wasted day when you score free cookies.
And now... I start applying for jobs. Why, hello, least favorite part of my day. We meet again.