Life, here I come.

Mar 10, 2008 - 10:30 AM PST

In two short months, I will be graduating from college. This fact scares the hell out of me. Somewhat because school is basically all I know, but also because I can't really figure out what's next. Especially as I am graduating with what some might consider a bull shit degree, with a bull shit minor. So what does one do with a major in English that concentrates on Creative Writing, you may ask (as everyone eventually does)...will you teach?

No! I will not teach. And this stumps everyone. What good is an English degree if you're not teaching it?

Honestly, I'm just happy I made it through college. But now the rest of my life is about to "begin." I guess I should be working on a resume or something. I should be looking for that next step full time job. Yet, I'd rather be wasting my time.

What's going to happen in this "real life" anyway? Should I be looking forward to it? Should I be picking my "big-girl" pants out and looking for a husband? Why can't I just stay the same chick, enjoying her friends, enjoying her concerts, enjoying her life? Why is there all this pressure to start anew? To become an "adult"? Screw that.

I'm planning on going to grad school. That's what I tell people. They like the idea of me taking some time off and then continuing my education. It's a plan, so people are happy. So what happens if I don't get in anywhere, or decide not to do it? Does that mean I'm abandoning my dreams? Is it possible to write a book without getting a Masters in Fine Arts? Of course it is, but is it possible for ME to write well enough to publish a book without getting a Masters in Fine Arts? I'm not so sure. Unless I pack it full of my crazy, going nowhere rants. Then it would five hundred pages long. But no one would read it. And that's my goal. I don't want to be a literary giant that English majors read because they have to; I want to be an author that gets read. And gets paid.

That COULD sound like a plan to the untrained eye. But, I'm pretty sure it's just a pipe dream. One like so many of us have.

Expect some actual stuff to come.

I'm off to spring break.

Tricia.