April 9 2010
I officially have one more day of classes. I just finished the last page of my last college paper ever. It feels great to be done (well, mostly done), but it's weird at the same time. For years - seven to be exact - I have defined myself as an English major (except that one year that I was a history major). Saying "I was an English major" doesn't seem to hold quite as much weight as saying "I am an English major" though. I guess what I'm really wondering is how long it's okay to define myself as "having been" something instead of "being" something.
What do I do now?
Yesterday, at work, a co-worker and I were discussing our impending graduation and she asked me (as everyone inevitably does) "and what are you going to do now?" I don't know. Maybe I should go to school to figure it out.
Being Canadian, and married to an American, I have to wait several months before I am allowed to work here once I'm no longer a student. I pretend like this is the worst thing ever because I'm dramatic like that. But secretly, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I could work. Maybe I should go to school and get a marketable degree. But then I'd be marketable, and who really wants that?
School is easy. It's always been easy (which of course is a judgment you can make only once you're finished). The real world seems so hard and mean and scary. And I have an English degree. Great. Maybe I should go to school and study something a little more vicious to prepare myself for entrance into this world. Maybe kicking? I feel like you could major in kicking at a reputable university today.
Maybe not. I'm sure by now you're tired of my musings. Hopefully my punctuation's correct. It would be terribly embarrassing if it wasn't. I am an English major after all.