On The Difficulties Of Post-Grad Life

Around this time last year I started watching the show, Girls, and consuming episodes daily to catch up with the masses. I actually wrote an entry about how the show glamorizes life at 25.

But I was still in college when I first watched it. And now that I’m fully graduated, moved to a different city, holding a Bachelor’s Degree in Women and Gender Studies, a fair amount of debt ,back at the job I had in college and A LOT OF UNPAID WORK listed on my resume, I’m all like, “WHERE’S MY BIG GIRL JOB?” And I also relate to the main character a lot more. Of course Hannah was working for free, because who wants to hire someone that has a Liberal Arts Degree!

There’s something interesting about this period of time, where you’re freshly out of college, with some skills, but not enough to be desired by businesses/organizations/paying employers. People are more than willing to offer you an unpaid, full-time internship where you can “expand your skill set” and “gain important experiences” but why is it that they’re not willing to give you a shot at a position you probably deserve. Is it because you haven’t done it for “3 -5 years in a professional setting”? Every time I see that bullet point in a job description listed at the very top of a laundry list of requirements I let out a big sigh. This isn’t to say I don’t take the chance and apply anyway.

However, making do with the bare minimum seems more appealing than seeing the words, “Thank you for your interest….” in my inbox again if I’m lucky.

So, what does one do while they’re feeling down about their employment (lack of) situation?

-call up your BFF and cry on the phone about it. everyday.

-start a blog!

-look up all the free things that are happening in your city.

-take immense pleasure in the fact that a cup of quinoa can stretch and last about three meals.

-remind yourself that you’re totally worth it. and everyone else can suck it.

-and finally, listen to this song in your kitchen on repeat and dance it all out:

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on being a women and gender studies major

according to my eager colleagues in my program at SFSU, graduation is in just a mere 7 weeks (!!!!)

this terrifies and excites me all at the same time.

i’m terrified because i have no idea what i’m going to do post-grad, and also because college has been my life for the past eight years.

i’m excited because higher education has ruled my life for eight years, and i’m ready for a break.

i have been in and out of higher education for eight years, attending four different colleges, and creating relationships with folks that i truly believe will change our world.

the one consistent factor about a majority of my education has been my major: women and gender studies. the major that will fuck up your world lens, make you question everything, and force you to become an even bigger asshole than you might already be. the major has been my constant  throughout every bump in road in my life.

here are the reasons why i love and loath the major:

-it’s interdisciplinary. or multidisciplinary. or whatever. its everything. philosophy. ethnic studies. social justice studies. political science. feminist studies. economics. fucking science. and i get to learn all about it through a feminist lens. so thank whoever for that.

-it’s challenging. in every way. in academia. in life outside of the classroom. in your relationship with your long time boyfriend. in the food you eat.

-you meet the most amazing people, from all walks of life, with the most brilliant outlooks on shit, with the strongest voices that carry for miles and miles. for reals, you all need to be one the lookout for these amazing folks. (there will a nice long bog about these folks)

-there is so much talk about privilege in our discourse that people often get carried away and don’t recognize their own.

-i have no sense of humor, whatsoever. i’m pretty sure i did before majoring in WGS but i’m okay without it now.

I’m really grateful for my time as a WGS major and all of the people that I have met. (and even the cynicism.)