A senior in college...

I started this blog when I was just about to leave for college for my freshman year, and here it is the last month of my senior year. You can tell the differences in years by the number of blogs I've posted, the number slowly dwindling as I got more and more involved with school. This blog serves almost as the symbol of my college career, or more of an anti-symbol, since it was neglected while all my efforts were put towards school. Don't judge me, I'm an English major, symbolism is what I do!

It's interesting to me the differences when I look at my classmates, the class of 2011 at Manchester College. Some are running around crazy (much like myself) trying to find what the hell they're going to do after graduation. Jobs, living arrangements, loan payments, some planning weddings. It's almost a mad dash from here on out for those of us not going to graduate school. There are the lucky few who have a job secured already, but it seems like there aren't many of those. We're being released from the protected womb of college into a cold hard world - one that needs fixing. The economy is floundering (supposedly being repaired, but how much do they actually tell us?). The world is supposedly ending: twice. The first day, according to radical Christian group, is the day before we graduate, so perhaps us Christian kids won't have to worry about surviving the world. The second is the one that people are supposedly taking seriously, just because an ancient civilization stopped counting. If the world does end, I'll eat my words, but then again, who will I tell it to?

Apocalypse and the rapture are just the more dramatic embodiments of our shared uncertainty. We don't really know what the future has in store for us, and for people like me, it's stressful and concerning. Even those that think they have everything all nailed out will fall victim to the unpredictable nature of life eventually, just later than the rest of us. As we all stand now, though, it's a guessing game. We're graduating in little over a month with degrees that might end up being worthless, depending on how education and motivation ends up being viewed.

We all may as well throw a handful of dirt in the air. We've always hoped for glitter, but dirt is more plentiful and pretty much the only thing that we know for sure will be there (pending the apocalypse, of course).