After graduation, after Bonaventure, after the dust mostly settles from all the medical drama, it turns out that life really does go on.
Huh. Who’d have thunk it?
My last semester went ever faster than I had expected. Tried as I might to avoid making any new connections, I failed pretty darned miserably (which, in this case, is a nice thing) and made some wonderful new friends to have to leave behind (which was not a nice thing at all). I enjoyed it enough to dread the end of the semester, when I would be forced to leave the campus. And not only for a break, either, where I’d get to come back later and spend some more time at one of my favorite places in the world. Nope, this time was my last, because I went and graduated, like a dummy.
So now I’m back home, alternating between job seeking and preparing for job seeking, with a bit of preparing a book for (probably self-)publishing sprinkled in on occasion as well as a stint helping with the high school play, just like the old days.
However, now that the play is done and over with, I’m looking for the next passion to envelop my time – and hopefully help alleviate the financial sword of Damocles hanging over my indebted head. Who knows, maybe this post will help me do just that. If that’s a possibility, I have one thing to say.
Please, please hire me. Pretty please. Thank you.
It’s funny. I expected the whole “real world, real life” thing to hit me like a Mac truck once I was out of school. Instead, it’s been a creeping influence, slowly reaching for each piece of my life, facet by facet. It’s the little things that are changing.
Don’t get me wrong, not all of the changes are negative. Very few are, as a matter of fact. Life is just very different, and in unexpected ways. But at least life is still there, toughness and variability aside – which is more than many betting men would put down any money on.
So I suppose all there is to do now is to just keep on truckin’. And, of course, write more.