Although it has been a little over two months since I walked across old Arnie B's steps and received my diploma, there is one thing that has not caught up with time: the fact that I am truly done with college. The 3-hour-long ceremony passed by like a whirlwind. Could it have been because I was still living in senior week mode and the taste of Burnetts Sweet Tea Vodka and Bud Light were stale on my tongue? Perhaps. Regardless, I thought that maybe once FedEx delivered my real diploma, graduation would hit me. Nope, that was a month ago and I continue to believe that in just a few short weeks, I will be pulling into Mt. Carmel Ave. to see all of my friends and classmates for the start of the Fall semester. Some of the people I know are moving on to Grad. school, but I, on the other hand, continue with the endless job search.
In between spending time at Rhody's finest beaches and visiting friends and family, I look to see what is available in the world of journalism. My conclusions: not a whole lot. I apply for jobs when they come across, but for now, I am taking advantage of my time off. With 40 plus years of working ahead of me (oh boy!), I think I can spare a few months.
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