50 Days

The sign says 50 days.

Actually it says 51, but it said 51 yesterday so I just assume it hasn't been changed yet today. Whatever it actually is, the number is somewhere around 50, or it could even be less... I'm too lazy to actually figure out the number.

Every day I pass this white board. And written in happy colors is ## Days Until Graduation, and there is a smiley face. In smaller lettering at the bottom is the number of days until May graduation, I don't really remember the the number since it doesn't concern me.

But the number 50 concerns me.

50. Thats less than 2 months. 50 days.

My life actually changes much sooner than that. Come the end of finals week not only am I done with classes, I'm out of a job.

Then I have to start looking for a job.

I'm dreading Thanksgiving, all the family, or whats left of our family asking me what my plans are. I can just about hear my nervous answer of "I don't know". How can I have gone through 4 1/2 years of college and come up with "I don't know"? But thats the only answer I have.

What can someone do with a degree in History and Political Science? I don't know. What kind of job can someone get with no real skills? I don't know. What am I going to do? I don't know.

The more I think about it the more I am dreading Thanksgiving.

I have ideas. I have people I would like to work for. But are those realistic? Probably not.

Just ignore me as I wallow in self-pity... I guess I should have said that sooner.