I trashed the letter.
Then I went out to sushi with a friend. Our waiter looked familiar. As he brought our drinks out I asked him if we ever had classes together. He looked at me closely and thought for minute.
"Yup, metaphysical poetry last term. My name is Alex, what's yours?"
As I laid sliced ginger on my tuna I thought about poking my eyes out with the chop sticks.
The point of my story: I always thought that when I graduated, I would feel like this.
But now, I realize I have a long way to go, that my goals are hard, my dreams big. That I'm just another college grad trying to stand out in a sea of black gowns and trying desperately, desperately to find a job that I will. not. hate.
And this is how that makes me feel: