I graduated last night. It was hot as Hades in that auditorium. Accordingly, I had to change my occupation - it used to read "Professional High School Genius" - on top of the fact that I started work today.
I think I'm the happiest I've been in a long time. I love my work. In the mornings I'm at the Warren Wilson College Press, binding various publications. I love it because I can practically meditate while I do it, and I can do it well. The people are intelligent and have good senses of humor, and my co-student worker is a very deadpan hippie that makes me laugh. Three afternoons a week, I work as the unofficial graphic design apprentice at the art shop where I worked LAST summer as a "art supply professional." What do I do? Today I played in Photoshop CS2 and InDesign CS2 for three hours, and I loved it. It's my element, and I actually finished half a major project for a local inn.
Life after high school never looked so good. I almost want to cry with the relief of not having the newspaper hanging over my head, or the obligation of being around people I feel were really...toxic. Good riddance.
For all you chilluns still suffering through secondary education, I sincerely apologize. There is an end to it all, I promise. XD |
I loved Al Lipschitz