It's a shame the census only comes out every five years. Even so, I hadn't hit a blinding "dammit, that's ME!" reaction to the census till this year -- and being me, it was in a lousy way, of course. How? There's a sobering moment in every university student's life, when it hits home that for all your nifty skills, there's three million other niftily skilled people out there. Meaning a continuation of starving-student syndrome, even when no longer a student. Very depressing, especially when accented with Vancouver rain and a rejection by Canada Customs -- you know things are going badly when a socialist government rejects you as a temporary civil servant. Looks like I'm not alone, either.
In some psychological complex I picked up between being bullied in elementary school and playing the ideal Asian daughter, I've spent my life trying to prove that I'm good enough. I get As, exercise, and eat breakfast. I do a decent bit of social activism and leadership on the side, too. And lest you think this is me trying to rebuild my fragile ego, this is actually me saying resistance is futile -- I shudder to think of an economic system that assures the majority of its workers are underemployed. That being said, anyone who wants to help finance the publishing house I'm starting can e-mail me and do a good deed.
I wonder how long I've managed to kid myself into believing that post-secondary education, that ceaseless mantra of the university-prep high school, is any stability at all. I'm good at school, and that's about it. That little bubble would have been nice to hang on to, if it wasn't popped two weeks ago by a prof's strong suggestion to avoid academia like the plague. But viscious political infighting, or working at Starbucks? Seeing as working at Starbucks might not even be a possibility, I'm back to researching graduate schools.
PS: Keeping up with current events IS bad for me.
In some psychological complex I picked up between being bullied in elementary school and playing the ideal Asian daughter, I've spent my life trying to prove that I'm good enough. I get As, exercise, and eat breakfast. I do a decent bit of social activism and leadership on the side, too. And lest you think this is me trying to rebuild my fragile ego, this is actually me saying resistance is futile -- I shudder to think of an economic system that assures the majority of its workers are underemployed. That being said, anyone who wants to help finance the publishing house I'm starting can e-mail me and do a good deed.
I wonder how long I've managed to kid myself into believing that post-secondary education, that ceaseless mantra of the university-prep high school, is any stability at all. I'm good at school, and that's about it. That little bubble would have been nice to hang on to, if it wasn't popped two weeks ago by a prof's strong suggestion to avoid academia like the plague. But viscious political infighting, or working at Starbucks? Seeing as working at Starbucks might not even be a possibility, I'm back to researching graduate schools.
PS: Keeping up with current events IS bad for me.
