This week heralded the return to a bustling campus, rampant parking atrocities, shockingly full classrooms, and school supplies. Yes, after a year away I have returned to school to get my masters. On the Ides of March this past year, I quite literally awoke and said, "I'm bored, it's time to go back." Therefore I perused some programs, picked Professional Writing and Rhetoric, something all together different from my undergraduate program, and threw together an application in two weeks. A few weeks later I had an acceptance letter, and not even a full week after that, I had a full time job to put a cramp on things.
Was it a dream job doing analysis work in the international relations field? Did I get an 'in' at a DC think tank, so that I could dally in political theory all the live-long day? Was it even an admin position in a government contracting firm that I could use to make my way up the ladder? No. I'm a receptionist.
A dean's list, studied abroad at Oxford...receptionist.
Am I bitter? Only slightly.
Did I grow up dreaming about answering phones and greeting folks? Not particularly. However, it's easy, the commute is short, and I can read books and chat with friends all day. All in all, not a horrible job, especially in this economy.
But am I living up to my potential?
I've got a job. I've started on the track to get my masters in a pragmatic field. I started writing creatively, something I have never done, and dear God did it terrify me. I enjoy photography and have a good enough camera to make it into a hobby. I love my family, and I've got a solid group of friends.
Why then do I still feel like I'm not living it right?
Was it a dream job doing analysis work in the international relations field? Did I get an 'in' at a DC think tank, so that I could dally in political theory all the live-long day? Was it even an admin position in a government contracting firm that I could use to make my way up the ladder? No. I'm a receptionist.
A dean's list, studied abroad at Oxford...receptionist.
Am I bitter? Only slightly.
Did I grow up dreaming about answering phones and greeting folks? Not particularly. However, it's easy, the commute is short, and I can read books and chat with friends all day. All in all, not a horrible job, especially in this economy.
But am I living up to my potential?
I've got a job. I've started on the track to get my masters in a pragmatic field. I started writing creatively, something I have never done, and dear God did it terrify me. I enjoy photography and have a good enough camera to make it into a hobby. I love my family, and I've got a solid group of friends.
Why then do I still feel like I'm not living it right?
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