I recently graduated college with a
BA in English. For the longest time that has been my goal, and I worked my ass
off to do it with in three years. Then after a brief three hour ceremony, we
tossed our caps into the air and congratulated ourselves on being so smart and
so clever. My friend jokingly posted on my status, “So when does your new job
as a barista start?” We all had a good laugh and I went off to celebrate.
Then, suddenly, my cloud nine came crashing down. The next day I discovered myself unemployed and still living at home. My job had discovered that I was job hunting and cut ties. I find myself drowning in fear, doubt, and endless hours of imguring. All those speeches at graduation about how the world is now my personal oyster, and my whole life is before me, never mentioned that an English degree is worth squat. That the job hunt is more exhausting then actually working. That you need experience to get a job, but to get experience you need a job. The life of a college graduate is not all sunshine, bubbles, and hope for the future. It’s hours spent pouring over a computer, combing through Linkedin, Indeed.com, monster, and god help me Google looking for work. It’s endless cover letters and resume editing.
Only now am I hearing the stories of people being unemployed between three months to a year after graduating from college. Only now are people telling me that I’m about to go through the roughest part of life. That transition from being a student to being a member of society. I thought I was poor as a college student, now I realize how rich and comfortable I was. So secure in my schedule, in my weekly paycheck, and in my classes giving me hope for a future.
Among all the dark and depressing thoughts clouding my mind however, there still is hope. I can do anything I want, I may have to fight for it every step of the way, but I can do anything. I may actually end up as a barista in a local coffee shop… okay let’s be honest, a cashier at Dunkin Donuts, but it won’t be for long. This is the beauty of the transitional stage in life. It’s time to explore. I can write, I can go back to school, I can continue to hunt for professional work.
I have indeed been disillusioned about life. You can’t just fly off to New York and get a job working for a magazine and earn oodles of money with the span of week. My guess is a total of ten people will even see this blog. But that’s okay. That’s life. It’s the struggle to survive in a world where even getting a job at Dunkin Donuts can be rough competition. The competition is probably people just like me; we’re all in it together. College graduates, unemployed losers living with their parents. Welcome to my blog; Livin’ On A Penny.
Then, suddenly, my cloud nine came crashing down. The next day I discovered myself unemployed and still living at home. My job had discovered that I was job hunting and cut ties. I find myself drowning in fear, doubt, and endless hours of imguring. All those speeches at graduation about how the world is now my personal oyster, and my whole life is before me, never mentioned that an English degree is worth squat. That the job hunt is more exhausting then actually working. That you need experience to get a job, but to get experience you need a job. The life of a college graduate is not all sunshine, bubbles, and hope for the future. It’s hours spent pouring over a computer, combing through Linkedin, Indeed.com, monster, and god help me Google looking for work. It’s endless cover letters and resume editing.
Only now am I hearing the stories of people being unemployed between three months to a year after graduating from college. Only now are people telling me that I’m about to go through the roughest part of life. That transition from being a student to being a member of society. I thought I was poor as a college student, now I realize how rich and comfortable I was. So secure in my schedule, in my weekly paycheck, and in my classes giving me hope for a future.
Among all the dark and depressing thoughts clouding my mind however, there still is hope. I can do anything I want, I may have to fight for it every step of the way, but I can do anything. I may actually end up as a barista in a local coffee shop… okay let’s be honest, a cashier at Dunkin Donuts, but it won’t be for long. This is the beauty of the transitional stage in life. It’s time to explore. I can write, I can go back to school, I can continue to hunt for professional work.
I have indeed been disillusioned about life. You can’t just fly off to New York and get a job working for a magazine and earn oodles of money with the span of week. My guess is a total of ten people will even see this blog. But that’s okay. That’s life. It’s the struggle to survive in a world where even getting a job at Dunkin Donuts can be rough competition. The competition is probably people just like me; we’re all in it together. College graduates, unemployed losers living with their parents. Welcome to my blog; Livin’ On A Penny.
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