Understand that I am an English major in my final year, approaching graduation one long hour at a time. I am taking nine credits of English, two of which are 400-level, one of which is a writing-intensive non-fiction workshop–so one of the last things I really want to do is ramble on about nothing on a blog three people read. That being said, my weekends tend to be slower and lately I feel like I’ve forgotten how to just write, rather than write for class. So here goes nothing–really, nothing.
I graduate in 39 days. These are the waning days of my fifth year of my undergraduate education. Having not applied to any school for next fall (very much on purpose), I will soon be without much of a purpose for the first time since I was four. I’m not entirely sure where it is I’m going with this, but I just thought I would point it out.
I might go to law school next next fall. Or maybe grad school. I know I’ve been here before, lest we forget the Great Grad School Search of 2008, a wonderful multi-part series of this blog. But there were a few things I was focused on instead, and really, a year off of school after almost twenty years of endless education won’t kill me. I’m not going to Japan. I’m permanently (medically) disqualified from joining the Navy. I’m also vaguely unqualified for most every job out there–good thing I wasn’t interested in journalism what with the imminent collapse of printed news–oh, wait. Admittedly, I’m surprisingly at ease with my apparently aimless future, mostly because these things have a habit of working out for the best. I like to position myself between multiple choices, lest I feel I am being forced into something. Right now, today, the question is: do I want to be poor and funny, stable and scholarly, or deep in debt and doing the lawyer thing? Or…something else.
