Well I finally made it. The Great Escape. 16 1/2 years in the making, and I am finally done with school. Ever since I was a child, I've heard that I need to color in the lines or else I'll never make it in grade school. Or I need to learn how to spell, or read, or write in cursive (LIES!) to ever survive till middle school. And, of course, once in middle school they prepared me for high school, and then high school for college. I got Hooked on Phonics, then on Bill Nye the Science Guy (or Bill Nye his mom's a guy, as he was so lovingly called by everyone back in the days), then on SAT prep courses, SAT/ACT tests (which let's be honest no one can prepare you for), until finally I made it to college. But even then, all college ever did for me is prepare me for the real world, to be a "proper image-bearer and communicator in Christ" as anyone with a Communications degree from my school has heard nearly a trillion times.
But now I am faced with the peculiar predicament of being done with the preparations. I have made my escape into the real world, but I still have that instinct that was hammered into me since Kindergarten to focus on the next thing. Now obviously I have a lot to work toward. I've been applying for jobs like crazy, even risking putting my personal resume on sites like "Snagajob" hoping that someone somewhere could possibly want a college graduate with a Communications degree and next to no experience. Sidenote: Isn't it lovely how there seems to be a trillion jobs in your field that would be perfect for you 10 years down the road after you've gained the necessary experience? Now I am faced with the ever so common dilemma of finding a job in my field with absolutely no experience. Seriously, somebody needs to figure out the whole chicken or egg came first scenario quick because clearly I can't gain experience to do the job at hand if no one is hiring anyone without experience.
That all being said, I am busy hopelessly lowering my standards and perusing every site imaginable to find a job that might put the slightest dent in my school loans, but I still find myself having some free time. Now over the years this has become a dirty word in my mind. Let me explain. In high school, the only reason I had free time was because 1) I wasn't doing any of the piles of homework I was assigned, 2) it was 4 in the morning and I was forgoing sleep that night 3) I was home sick or unable to go to basketball, softball, track, or volleyball practice for some reason. In college, I had way more free time but every ounce of it was dedicated to hanging out with my awesome friends (shout out to HAVOC). So now, I don't know how to have free time without feeling like I'm doing something wrong.
Am I the only college graduate who wakes up like Rick Grimes from a coma during the zombie apocalypse when I realize I've slept past noon? Ah, but life isn't all bad, in fact its not even close. I have an amazing boyfriend, a hilarious family, and an awesome God who gives me purpose even on days like this when I feel I'm not doing anything with my life. But since the Internet seems to be the common place to vent about one's problems, I decided to share my frustrations with post college life. I guess I could have done something more productive with my life than make a blog, but at the time it was either this or redecorate my parents' entire house after an extensive marathon of HGTV so I thought this was the safer option. In any case, you'll be hearing from me again soon (unless I get a job, then you won't....so hopefully you won't).
