Staff Writer Megan Wylie is tired of people asking her what her plans are after graduation. Really tired.
As I walked out of my final final of my life, I had a realization: what the hell am I supposed to do now? I sent in applications and reviewed my resume, but we have become so accustomed to an academic schedule that it’s hard to imagine a world not centered on homework and student orgs.
So that leaves us (me) here: lying on my couch in my pajamas watching Netflix and eating cereal. In the midst of all of this, I have to repeatedly dodge calls from my mother who for some reason, thinks I have a staunch desire to be unemployed.
But after sixteen years of continuous education, do we really have to answer to every single person asking us what our next career move is? Do we deserve the pitied looks that we get once we say we don’t have a summer internship? Or do we have the chance to adjust to the real world?
I have to deal with probably never taking another blue book exam ever again, so I think I deserve to process my nostalgia by watching seven seasons of a television procedural and not changing for six days straight. And do I deserve to sleep for 15 hours without the impending doom of Butler? Probably not after what I sent in as my final paper, but I’ll still treat myself to it.
The moral of this post is that instead of stressing to appease all these people, I feel like we should be able to take a fucking break for two months before we enter the world of cubicles and mediocre coffee.