Graduating with your English degree into a veritable
wasteland of employment opportunities sucks. This, coupled with my realization
that school is the only thing I’ve good at, led me 11 months ago to embark on
the dubious adventure known to some as “applying to grad school.” To those who
had survived the ordeal, it is better known as “that time I self medicated with
tequila. Repeatedly. For months.”
While waiting to hear back from schools, I left my almost
minimum wage job in a faux tuxedo covered in mayonnaise and defeat.
But after my acceptance, I still leave work covered in WIN!
(And sometimes red velvet ice cream.)
While the lows of the post-graduate are low, the highs are
high, and it’s safe to say that getting my acceptance two days from the
national deadline into my dream program was better than Christmas, Easter, and
my birthday all rolled into one.
I do not posit that grad school will solve my problems.
Rather, it will probably bestow me with new, terrifying ones that my mind
cannot even conceive of at the moment. But that’s okay, because this is the
start of career that will doubtlessly be far more rewarding.
Stayed tuned as we gradually move from “what do I do with
this B.A. in English” to “I am in grad school and going insane!”
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