The annoying thing about online blogs is the fact that they give you a false sense of community. I thought I had a new follower today, only to realize that it was yet another “snowboarder” advertising the fact that he earns a living monetizing off of his blog. At the slight chance that a real person is taking the time out of their day to read this post, I welcome you into the prologue of the series: Educational Limbo.
It’s important to note that the purpose of the life is to live.
To live you need sustenance: food/water at the most basic level.
To get said food/water you need money.
To get money you need a job.
For a decent paying job that your parents won’t judge you for, that your relatives won’t judge you for, that’s not frowned upon by a larger misinformed percentage of your culture (which may or may not to be African), you need to be a doctor, lawyer, or carry the vague title of “businesswoman”.
In order to be one of those professionals you need a graduate education.
In order to get into a graduate school you need to have connections be a perfect undergraduate student, with perfect grades and volunteer/work experience that rivals Gandhi.
The fact that my grades are FAR from perfect, means that my ascension up the life pyramid has come to a saddening halt. In fact, when I was climbing up the pyramid and almost reached the ‘graduate education’ level, I slipped on my academic transcript, fell below the ‘undergraduate education’ level, and now a heard of overly eager 18 year olds are trampling over my broken pride as they steal my spot.
As I sit here, in my parents’ house, in the room I sat in when I was 18 and stupid hopeful, I can’t help but cry laugh. I’m a hollow shell filled only with ‘regret juice’ made from the fruits of my useless labor through four and a half years of undergraduate training and a useless Biology degree. **Yes, being in this position has made me dramatic**
Of course I can’t finish this post without talking about my “Blame list”. This isn’t all my fault! I have a list that I will go through, and rightfully blame everyone involved in this mess (starting with The Parentals).