It’s coming down to the wire, the last few weeks of first semester senior year of college that ACTUALLY COUNT. I may have just heard a rumor, but if your GPA sucks and isn’t going anywhere by now, it’s not going. Thankfully, I don’t have that happening for me. At least you can’t really mess up your grades over the last two weeks…at least I hope.
Now that I’m a few months away from the hat and tassle thing hanging over my head it’s about to get to the time where I’m asking myself, “Should I go to grad school? Is it time for grad school? Should I travel? Am I sick of school? What kind of job do I start looking for? What job do I even want?” These may just be a few of the rants going on inside of my head. Then of course, there’s the piece of paper that decides the truth of the matter, is your resume the perfect resume that ever was and is going to stand out in a pool of hundreds of applicants? Well, you may not have to be that completely amazing but you have to show them somehow right? Maybe if I stand on my head, drink a glass of water, write a poem and paint with my toes at the same time during my interviews they’ll like me? Or the more reasonable answer, think I’m crazy and move on to the next victim. After these thoughts, things eventually go back to the normal everyday studying and college life until the next time I look at Craigslist, Linkedin, the newspaper and any other form of internet/media that may post a job.
In a perfect world, I would snap my fingers and head off to Italy, France, Spain, Greece and come back in the perfect state of mind to start the best job in the world with an office full of better-than-Keurig coffee, a great boss, the coolest co-workers ever and not just a sit-at-your-desk-everyday job. My perfect job would be challenging, enjoyable, fast-paced, fun and help me to grow. I’d be able to afford a super-awesome decorated apartment like the ones I see on Pinterest with a cuddly dog in the Upper East Side or Boston. There, I could continue my Foodie habits, travel and go out and share some good and bad stories with friends at a chic bar somewhere. Seems like the ideal world right? Yeah, we shall see. In reality I’m: cramming papers, shooting out resumes, stressing interviews and drinking way too much Keurig caffeine.
I’ve seen enough of last year’s graduating class to know most will be moving back home, taking a desk job and not living their twenties to the fullest. (I was really hoping twenties were actually like the roaring twenties) Yes, it’s depressing and I push it out of my mind as much as possible. Growing up is one of the best and worst things and with reality starting to loom over my head (must be why they decided on the cap to put there) I’m going to dream my dreams as much as I possibly can until then. With a bit of hard work, cramped fingers from sending in resumes and lots of wishing, everything will turn out fine right? The path starts here…we shall see.
Where I Wish I was:
What I Wish I was doing:
How resumes are driving me crazy when they ask you to “stand out”: