It turns out it wasn’t so bad living with my parents after college. I continued to live with them as I enrolled at a different university that fall to study biology. Then I dropped out after a week. Then I returned to my alma mater and studied biology there. That lasted almost two months. Then I took the LSAT. Then I almost joined the Navy. While all this was going on, I was cleaning office buildings at night, living with my parents, and sinking into a feeling that I would never know what I wanted to do with my life.
After considerable effort, I worked myself out of the funk I was in and started to look for a job in the English field. It took a while, but eventually I landed a job working the night shift as a caption editor, which basically consisted of watching a TV show and creating the closed captioning for deaf people to read. Not a terrible gig, but the hours were 3:30 pm to Midnight. Not ideal; especially Friday nights. Woof.
However, it was a full-time job and I began my search for a new place to live.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about my first place.
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They don’t tell you in college how difficult it is to find a job (that you actually like) and other harsh realities that come with adulthood.
No, they don’t, but my dad tried to.
Posts like these always make me feel a little bit depressed, even when they end up well. My brother’s about to graduate, just beginning this whole what-am-I-doing process. It’ll be easier for him, I think, because he has a marketable major… but it’s still hard.
Society puts a lot of pressure on us 20-somethings to choose wisely the career we’ll like “forever.” But they don’t really tell you how to know what you’ll like, if anything.
Sometimes I feel like the years after college were more educational than the years in, practically speaking.