Entitled to Nothing

In this blog I plan to discuss my new challenges that come with post-graduation life rather than my college experience, but, in order to get this blog on its tender feet, here is a little note about where I am now.

After nine semi-solitary semesters, I am ready to graduate. After I leave no prisoners on my three exams next week, I will be the first in my family to walk the line. In other words, as of next Saturday the 14th, the French family will be educated. It was a family endeavor, and they supplied a critical amount of financial and emotional support throughout the past four and half years, especially after I chose to move to Murfreesboro after a year of living at home studying at a community college. Knowing that I would always feels somewhat displaced and alien in my hometown, apart from my family to whom I am close, I migrated a couple of hours east to attend Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro. I had been here but once in my life and knew not one person. After meeting a few friends—most of which I met through skateboarding, I came into company with the Western literary giants. Never did I suppose that I would become an English student, but that's the discipline in which I ended up pursuing a degree after I got over my fear of being an inferior student compared with my intellectual community. I didn't grow up with books in the house, but my failure to read was ultimately my own fault. Needless to say, I spent a lot of my summers and winter breaks devouring essential books of fiction and literary theory. I caught up, and I am graduating cum laude.

I am currently working a part-time job in retail, and I must say, the worst part about the gig is the radio station to which I am forced to listen. I can handle disgruntled customers, endure cleaning bathrooms, not cry (much) over minimum wage, and tolerate the wacky hours, but the music really gets to me. It'll drive me to hysteria, or something. My plan is start substitute teaching for the public schools in January to help with financial strain and combat the urge to wander around Nashville and spend money excessively while I find a permanent full-time j.o.b. 

I live in a house with two other guys, both of whom skate and are current Geology students. 

After desiring, for the last two years, to pursue a PhD in postcolonial literature or literacy and composition, I've changed my mind and taken an interest in book publishing. I'll be pursuing a job in that field instead. If I fail in my search, expect me to go to graduate school for a degree in it. The most widely used book-publishing guide available is already en route to my pad, aka Dad's House.

More to come. I promise. Keep learning. 

Listen to some Shad: 

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