Warning: I try to keep this blog as far away from the diary side as possible, but tonight I am going to take a brief moment for myself and reflect on the last six years.
Why? In less than 10 hours I will graduate from Ball State University and that means something around here.
I realize that graduating from college is becoming standard, not to suggest that it should be impressive, but it is still a big deal for me. My parents did not attend college, nor my brother or any of my grandparents, so the possibility of going never seemed real to me. I grew up saying that I would go to college, but I said it because everyone else did; I never truly believed it. Even if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to afford it. Finding out about all the financial aid I could get was mind-boggling, and at first, I thought it was a gimmick.
Six years later, five in school and a year off, I’m graduating with a BA in English. As a creative writing major, I knew my job prospects were slim, but after taking care of my grandfather and not working a “real job” for three and half years, it didn’t even seem important anymore. Imagine my suprise when I was hired by a national company to work as a tech support web chat agent just yesterday. Adding to my resume, I will be working as a social media tutor at the Midwest Writer’s Workshop at the end of the week. These things have made me realize that the last six years, though trying and tiring, are going to pay off.
Re-entering the workforce in a professional setting helped make this notion “click.” I may feel 90, but I’m just now nearing 25; it’s time to start living the life I expected to have. I can’t wait for it, I have to go out and create it, and that is what I’m going to do. This is where I say thank you to the people who’ve supported me and given me that extra push every time I needed it. To my friends, my family, and a few key professors, thank you for investing your time in me. You are all very much appreciated.