Real life issues a graduate is not prepared for
When outside is raining, one of the places you're most likely to find me is hidden under a massive duvet with my laptop and several tabs open to catch up with my favourite blogs. Today though I can't stop thinking about the passing of time.
Even a young 16 year-old would see pictures of the hairstyle she used to wear in grade five and be glad to know better now. It's fair to say that the concept of time, if applied to my life, means multiple style changes, several years of study and, fortunately, things I am very proud of. Not my hairstyle in that 'Christmas 2001' Polaroid picture. Lest you think I exaggerate, here is a list of things I'm fairly proud of: having spent a year abroad and, before that, never missed any afternoon extra English classes, managed to translate Spice Girls lyrics using only a vocabulary when I was ten. Learned German, and Latin, which turned out more useful than the former. And those are just the language related ones! Nerd alert! Nerd alert!
Like millions of people in September I too think of the past year, but while others go "meh" or "aww" as memories and diplomas pass between hands and drawers, I shiver like the blonde in a horror movie. What next? I imagine a world in which I will end up resourceful like Carrie Bradshaw, but with darker hair and less Manolo Blahnik. Sometimes, to cheer me up, I enter bookstores and waltz to the philosophy section, I can't read one title on the shelf without going "Look! I've studied this! I know that one! ...I didn't insult you, Kant is his real name!".
Honestly, there's nothing wrong with being a bit of a nerd, or with reading the book instead of waiting for the movie to come out. After all, my degrees are two other things I'm proud of, and I do believe study is never time wasted. A part, probably, taking five minutes to figure out how to use that new curling wand I wish I had in 2001. School has trained our brains and social skills so that we could face life with some kind of practical and theoretical knowledge. Yet here I am, applying for jobs and getting ready for interviews, wondering about real life issues: which is the front side of a paper clip?
Like millions of people in September I too think of the past year, but while others go "meh" or "aww" as memories and diplomas pass between hands and drawers, I shiver like the blonde in a horror movie. What next? I imagine a world in which I will end up resourceful like Carrie Bradshaw, but with darker hair and less Manolo Blahnik. Sometimes, to cheer me up, I enter bookstores and waltz to the philosophy section, I can't read one title on the shelf without going "Look! I've studied this! I know that one! ...I didn't insult you, Kant is his real name!".
Honestly, there's nothing wrong with being a bit of a nerd, or with reading the book instead of waiting for the movie to come out. After all, my degrees are two other things I'm proud of, and I do believe study is never time wasted. A part, probably, taking five minutes to figure out how to use that new curling wand I wish I had in 2001. School has trained our brains and social skills so that we could face life with some kind of practical and theoretical knowledge. Yet here I am, applying for jobs and getting ready for interviews, wondering about real life issues: which is the front side of a paper clip?
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