Sinking in

I left with my joints in my right hand feeling arthritic and my brain feeling a little mushy, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier about an academic accomplishment than I did at the moment I handed over that exam booklet. I was giddy! I was excited! I wanted to flop in the sun and not move for a year! I am officially done! I wrote my last words, handed in my last essay, spewed out the last bit of knowledge in my head…

And went out for beer and burgers with my prof and classmates.

Ducks

Apologies

I’ve been pretty MIA for the past, oh, month. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy! So, a quick update as to what is going on in my life:

M found a job.

I bummed my way through my last classes and half-assed a couple last essays. I have contemplated the loss of motivation this semester, talked about it with fellow English majors and decided I just don’t care.

I have discovered a job board dedicated entirely to jobs in the cultural sector. I have sent out about a dozen resumes to date and have heard nothing. I no longer assume that I am employable, but recognize I need to pick up my resume sending habits. I find myself unwilling to apply to anything less than my dream job because I know it must be out there and attainable. Once we move to The Big City and I get bored, I expect I will get over this.

Are any of my readers headed to The Big City after graduation?