COLUMN: You mean I have to have a career now?
I think I just realized that I was graduating. Well, I always knew I was graduating, but I didn’t realize that it was going to come so fast. It’s like two weeks away.
There is one bad thing about graduating: people expect you to get a job. And not one of those shoe store jobs where you have to be perky and greet the woman with 10 snot-nosed kids at 8:54 p.m. (six minutes before you are supposed to go home) and help them all find a new pair of shoes. Those are the good jobs – the ones you can quit without remorse.
I think I thought I could be a student forever. I even thought about getting a master’s degree just so I could stay, but it wasn’t going to do me any good either.
This is where the hard part comes. Finding a “real job” is not as easy as it sounds. Where are you supposed to look for this career everyone keeps talking about? You could always call up Donald Trump and see if he’ll hire you.
That’s probably not going to work either though. I have literally looked in every place I can think of for a career and they just aren’t out there – at least not in Logan. There are all sorts of jobs for construction and farm workers. One day on that job and my sunburned face would keep me from coming back. I did grow up on a farm though, so I am qualified. It is a real dilemma.
As much as I love being an editor and columnist for the Statesman, it just isn’t that lucrative. So I have to move on. Really though, I’m sad that my job here at the Statesman is ending. I love my job and I love the people I work with. I’m really going to miss all of the sarcastic comments from the news desk and the constant heckling from the copy desk. I’ll miss everyone here for a different reason. They are some of the most intelligent people I have ever met and they will make excellent journalists or computer scientists one day.
I also applaud all of those prolific columnists who have done this week after week for years. I have found in this past semester just how hard it is to come up with something to write about every week, and it’s even harder when someone hates what you have to say and lets you know.
On this, my last day of work at the Statesman, I guess I feel a little nostalgic. This is a great place to work and it’s probably the only job I’ve ever been really sad about leaving. Thanks Jay and Liz and especially Manette and Steve for all of your help this year.
Holly Mitchell is a senior majoring in print journalism. She hopes Donald Trump Googles his own name, reads this column, and offers her a place on the next Apprentice. When he does, he can contact her at hollyadams@cc.usu.edu.