I always thought that by the time I got out of college, and out of debt, that I'd find my true calling. It just seemed reasonable, you know, for $40,000 worth of debt you'd think that I'd at least have some sort of career direction, references, connections, or at least a sense of satisfaction and self-worth.
But no. After four years of college slavery and a multitude of illnesses—including, but not limited to 1)scarlet fever, anxiety attacks, and an incredibly painful stomach 2)ulcer—I am still as lost as ever, 3)treading in the waters of what just seems like a hopeless life/career situation because in college I was too busy trying to 4)decipher 5)Noam Chomsky to develop any real interests in anything but 6)beer pong, costume parties and making my own alcohol, which, in retrospect, seem like really useless skills—the first two, I mean.
It's starting to 7)dawn on me that I'm an adult now. There are a stack of bills on my desk that need to be paid, taxes that need to be filed, emails that need to be read, reports that need to be checked, and while on paper, my second job says “freelance,” the workload doesn't seem to differ from my fulltime job. My job seems to give a whole new meaning to the words “overworked and underpaid.”
So here's what I'm getting at: College was useless. And not in terms of education, but in terms of life. I probably studied more than anyone else during college, but my 3.8 GPA or the number of times I ended up on the Dean's Honors List is 8)irrelevant in real life. More than a year after graduation, I am as lost and confused as ever trying to figure everything out. While pursuing my “dream job” is great, getting there takes time and the starting salary is always awful, and internships just don't cut it anymore when you have to start a life.