I am a college graduate.

Everyone says that time always flies by when you’re in college. It did. The only way I can tell that an insane amount of time passed by is the massive change in myself illustrated in diary entries, tweets, facebook, and tumblr posts. The internet documented my growth. I mean, my inner growth and the fact that I no longer dress/act like a Rachel Berry/Blair Waldorf fusion (albeit a more stylish, nicer version).

I can see it in my papers. I’m genuinely proud of the work I was producing toward the end of my college career. I wouldn’t have ever chosen English as my career path if it weren’t for my incredibly supporting professors, and it’s because of them I found my niche in the world and have found and fine tuned my talent.

I wouldn’t have made it without the support from my mother and Steven. I remember crying with my face buried in The Sun Also Rises during my Sophomore year because I thought it was the most boring book I’d ever read. I cried and cried and told them I didn’t feel like I was cut out for upper division classes yet and I wanted to go back into Journalism. The next day, I went to class and that’s when Dr. Champion said her famous quote (I’ve since learned) she says every year: “Nobody wants to tell the emperor he has no clothes on.” So, I said the American classic novel was boring and people actually agreed with me, and in the same class I read the most beautiful poem in the world, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” and realized why I loved English so much. Now, I’m here.

They say that English majors have difficulty finding jobs and successful careers. So far, I know I’m not where I ultimately want to be but right now it’s helping me so much. If my college career taught me anything, it’s my ability to critical think and analyze situations in depth to achieve deeper understanding…that’s something that will carry me through any career path I end up choosing.

Not to mention writing. I feel like I’m writing all of this irrelevant information nobody really wants to read because I just miss writing. It’s been a week…

I feel like an adult now and it’s scary.
In less than a year I’ll be a wife, too.

Where is livejournal when I need it…