Class of 2011

I am officially a college graduate. Four and a half years of frustration and headaches and I finally have something to show for it. Sort of.

I don't know which is more terrifying; never finding a job or working somewhere I hate. My parents would claim it is the first one. They think I'm some privileged person with an inflated sense of her own place in the world when I don't want to take a minimum wage job at McDonalds.

It is really tough to reconcile the fact that I need a job with the story I've been told my whole life: "If you want a good job than go to college!" I don't think it is picky to expect a decent job since I've got a degree. Maybe I'm delusional.

It would be really nice to get some sort of proof that I'm not.