Hello from Romania, everyone. KC and I have been traveling for almost a week: last week in Budapest, Hungary, yesterday in Sighisoara, Romania, and now we are in Bucharest until later this week. My computer is being weird right now so I apologize for any errors in this post. Not planning on proofreading this before posting, natch.
Sighisoara is a smallish town in Transylvania, and it is totally lovely. We spent the day there and had a wonderful time despite it being ridiculously cold. The town citadel sits on a hill and is full of medieval churches and towers. It had a very small-town atmosphere to it – everyone was incredibly friendly and helpful (somewhat unlike my previous experiences in eastern Europe). It was a lovely, idyllic day, and I definitely want to go back to the Transylvania region. We are actually considering cutting our time in Bucharest and going to Brasov instead. We spoke to a guy in one of the churches, and when we told him we were headed to Bucharest he said, “why would you go there? Go to Brasov or Sibiu instead. Bucharest is not very nice” (or something to that effect). Anyway, he might have been right. The mountains are gorgeous and I want to go back already.
For the past year or so, I have been an extremely confused person. Life after college can be like that, I guess. With the world in a seemingly-endless state of tumult nothing is a given, and some days it seems like occupying Wall St. may indeed be a recent grad’s best option.
Last Fall I applied to 12 law schools, got in to a few, and accepted (and then deferred) admission at two. This past week I visited one of the schools at which I deferred, a reasonably prestigious university on the East Coast. It was lovely, with great resources and an awesome faculty. If I were to go to law school, this would certainly be the place.
But I also realized that law doesn’t light me up. I’m not passionate about it. And so I think I’ve wasted a lot of time following a path that looks good on paper but doesn’t make my heart happy. The past year has been just awful and of course I am still discombobulated. I still don’t know the answer, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t it.
I haven’t formally withdrawn admission or anything yet because in spite of everything I still want to hedge my bets, but I probably will at some point. Even my cousin who works s a prosecutor for the US Attorney’s office (i.e. total legal badass) said that it’s ok for me to not go to law school. In fact, that’s what he’s been telling me all along.
Right now I am absolutely terrified of what comes next, but I’m also pretty excited. A PhD in history might be on the horizon, chock full of cool things like gender and sexuality and radicalism and shit that happened a long time ago. I think it will be good.
Hey there, blog! Earlier this summer, I went on what might be one of the most awesome trips ever: 10 days in Israel, for free, with a ton of cool people who are now my friends. Oh, and I rode a camel (no big deal). In case you haven’t guessed, this was indeed the famed Taglit-Birthright Israel, the free trip for Jewish kids to visit the homeland, eat falafel, and hang out with other Jews. It was great, and gave me a way to connect with my family/cultural history in a way that I hadn’t previously. (Also, it temporarily shook me out of the post-college/job-I-despise/what-am-I-doing-with-my-life slump, but that’s neither here nor there.)
The other day my brother and I were joking that while many of my Facebook friends are posting about the BDS movement and Palestinian recognition, I was posting what amounted to, “wheee! I’m on a camel in the desert this is AWESOME!” Which made me feel like a bit of an asshole. Continue reading “Israel: Some Photos and Jumbled Thoughts”→
I just read a brilliant guest-post by Fraylie Nord over at Eat the Damn Cake, and want to share it. Here’s a taste:
The problem with my generation is that we are hellbent on defining ourselves within a society that puts great emphasis on success but cannot provide the political or economic context for a stable career path.
Fraylie also talks about how our current selves might confuse or disappoint our past selves, which is something that a lot of un- or under-employed grads are probably feeling right about now. Read the whole thing here.
I recently took a part-time job at a Corporate Coffee joint (which shan’t be named). Yes, this might be a terribly embarrassing way to use my top-notch honors degree, and yes, I’ve spent quite a lot of time agonizing about it and feeling unnecessarily ashamed. Coffee-slinging was not on my list of post-collegiate goals, but it’s honestly an ok job to fill the time between now and grad school. Not impressive, but certainly not terrible.
Being out of school for almost a year and not planning to go back until 2012 (16 months! Argh!) is difficult for me because so much of my identity has been tied up with academic achievement. It seems especially difficult for high-achieving folks to be without a goal or measurable success, even if it’s only for a brief period. If I’m not a stellar student, then who am I? Continue reading “I am newly-employed and surprisingly ambivalent about it.”→