May 2, 2013


Yesterday I had my first day of training for my new job as an admin/proofreading assistant at a marketing firm. It was scary (I drove on the LA freeways by myself for the first time!) and overwhelming (I don’t know any marketing jargon!) and exciting (my own cubicle!).

Though I know I am extremely lucky to have skipped the post-grad-desperately-seeking-a-job phase that seems like a rite of passage these days, I am VERY nervous about jumping right into the 9-5 lifestyle (nervous that I will stop making things, nervous that I will watch TV every night, nervous that I will start living for the weekend). But, from the what I can tell, the people am I going to be working with might be just what I need in this transition: people who can teach me how to do excellent work, and then go home each day and live life in other ways.

Last night Christian took me out to dinner to celebrate my new job, and we talked about how fast everything is happening, and how we are both in places we never expected to be a few months ago. I say “both” because Christian just found out he is going to be on tour nearly all summer with the band he is in. There is a different type of nervousness that comes with that, but a similar “how the heck did I get here?” feeling.

Sometimes I get sad or scared when I think of how different our summers (and maybe our next year) will be—how unable I will be to relate to Christian’s stories of road-tripping and crowds and sound checks, and how unable he will be able to relate to mine of adjusting to the Mon-Fri routine. But one thing he reminded me last night: tomorrow is not mine to be sad or scared (or nervous) about. I keep forgetting.

Today, and for three more glorious weeks, I am still a student. I turned in my thesis (my creative nonfiction piece about Rookie magazine) this Monday, and even though it felt great to hand it in, I was also more than a little bit sad to be done… I learned so much from writing it. I still have one project left—a self-designed one about gender and faith—and two more Torrey sessions. Unfortunately, I seem to be immune to the whole “it was fun while it lasted, but I’m ready to be done” sentiment….



2 Responses to “”

  1. […] doing what I am supposed to be doing, about what the “right” path might be. My friend Anna literally just wrote about this. She recently got a neat new full time job but mentions feeling a […]

  2. Kinsley said

    Best paper I’ve ever seen. You are my hero.

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