Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Fear... It's in the Air.

Fall semester is coming to a close, and I, like many students, am glad for the break. I can't wait till graduation, yet I know I'm not ready. That lack of homework is such an exciting thought!

Imagine... free time.. is... mine!?!

Then again, is it really? Graduation comes with a host of problems and responsibilities. Where will I get a job? What will I be doing? Who's going to cover Dental? Then comes the paralyzing fear...

My interests, which lie in public relations and publishing, offer an additonal challenge. Tampa has limited availability for pr jobs, and none (that I'm aware of) in book publishing. But where's the next step? New York? Boston? Atlanta? So many options are available I'm not sure quite where to look, or where to start.

I have this lovely tendency of ignoring problems such as these, and it usually works out for the better. NOT over thinking things is hard, but worthwhile. When I don't over-analyze and stress and pull my hair out, things seem to fall into place.

But will this be the case, here? It's such a big concern, with even greater consequences.

I think that buzz of fear is striking many classmates right now. They're running around in circles, shouting "Papers due! Deadlines! Finals!" It's hard to avoid doing, and harder to avoid seeing. How do you not get caught up in that fever?

I'm not sure, but I do know it'll be over in a week. Hopefully, graduation won't.

In other news, I'd like to recommend a local celebrity (well, not anymore... he moved to Atlanta). He can be found on Youtube.com at: http://www.youtube.com/user/sxephil

He's highly entertaining and, like myself, makes up fabulous words for personal and public enjoyment. My favorite is "exploderate", as in "What really exploderates my mind is that...". In any case, check it out- fine, (not-family-friendly) fun!

1 comment:

Meg Roberts said...

It's okay, Tory-- this is why we're twins. We are thinking the same things. But it's okay because we're going to find you a job in publishing in either NYC or Boston and we'll live in a cardboard box and sell our organs on the black market.

YAY!