Where'd March Go?
So I am about to become a 25 year old graduate. A Creating Writing graduate, no less. That essentially means that my career advisor on campus suggested that I practice looking in the mirror and smiling as I say, "And would you like fries with that?" I've struggled to figure out exactly what I might do once the safety net of a university campus gets taken from me. On the one hand, I spend an awful lot of time listening to 18 year-olds in the library talking about just how wasted they got last night and how they only need to pass this module anyway. What's a first-class honours again? I hear them over the top of Bruch's Scottish Fantasy and pretend that my perusal of people.com is like, way more academic than they could ever hope to be. I'm so over it. On the other hand, I look at friends from school, already out there in the field, all careers and babies and engagement rings , and I think, is that it? Is that what is next? Because I'm just fine with havin