Yesterday I was standing alongside the canal in Georgetown talking to my dad on the phone before walking into yoga. We were talking happy hours, family vacation and my impending move-out of my first big kid apartment.
“We can really move you out whenever,” he said. “Its not like you have any commitments after graduation, right?”
At face value what he said was completely true; after May 18th time becomes even more fluid. There is no schedule. There is no start date. What my father didn’t realize was that he was articulating exactly what’s so scary to me about the concept of graduating without a job.
I’m a planner by nature. No matter how hard I try to be flexible, I find it difficult to deviate from a plan. Throughout high school, there was always a next step to get to, something expected that you had to achieve. Senior year of high school was spent jumping from deadline to deadline, and while I complained about its stressors, I liked the methodical schedule of the steps to college.
Being a senior this time around hasn’t afforded me the benefit of knowing “the correct steps to take next.” There are no universal ‘right steps.’ All of my friends and fellow class members are going about finding their futures differently; it’s a non-scheduable process.
So, with only 23 days left before undergrad is over I’m planning what I can. I’m planning when to send out a slew
of cold emails asking people I’ve never met to chat about entry-level opportunities. I’m scheduling coffee dates with people who can help navigate the landscape of what a post-grad journalism life look like. I booked a hair appointment so my hair looks acceptable in graduation photos (thanks for that Mom). I made all of my dinner reservations for graduation weekend weeks ago.
In between reserving a place at Farmers, Fishers and Bakers and booking an appointment to regain my lob though, I’m also trying to coax myself into the mindset that unscheduled doesn’t mean unsuccessful. Perhaps it means one really great trip across the Atlantic with my family free of responsibilities. Maybe it means writing for myself for a bit while I scour Indeed and Media Bistro.
Or maybe I should stop trying to define the time I’ve been afforded between graduation and employment because perhaps its unscheduled for a reason.