Everyone follows their own path for education, and some paths take more twists and turns than others. Not sure where your education is taking you? It can help to see how things went for other people who have been there.
When David B. was in high school, he wasn’t sure he’d go to college at all. Spoiler: He did, but it took a long time. When he was 38, he went back for more, and got a master’s degree. More than a few years after that, he shared his experience with Aaron Weber.
I have moved enough times that I’ve encountered my fair share of moving dramas—probably more than any human being should. Moving is always stressful, unless you have the money to pay a crew to do everything, including packing, boxing, moving, and lifting. But even if you do, there’s a lot that can still go wrong.
I moved on September 1, and a lot did go wrong. Like, worst-case scenario “wrong.” If you face any of the problems I did, here’s how I dealt with them.
With students heading back to school again, it just hit me: I’ve been out of college for 3 years.
While it doesn’t seem like that much time, I’ve learned a lot since getting that diploma. More so than I thought I would have to learn!
While everyone’s situation is different, I thought I’d share some lessons that I’ve learned since graduating from college.
Should you go to grad school? What should you study? What’s the career path like for social science majors? Aaron Weber talked with an anonymous young professor to get the real scoop on paying for grad school, osteology (the study of bones), and suffering academic survivor’s guilt. Check out what this person had to say.
August 22, 2013 was a regular summer day…
I woke up surrounded by boxes. “Ah yes, I am in the middle of a move.” I say to myself that morning. I groan and moan all the way to the bathroom. Proceed to wash my face and get ready for the day. “Ah yes, it’s the 8:45 a.m. train. It’s packed.” I manage to sit down after a few stops and start reading my friend’s book of short stories.
Suddenly, I am transported to 100 Cambridge St. I walk through the 18th floor and I sit on what I’ve been calling “my cubicle” for the past few months. I sip on some “divine doughnut” coffee. I open outlook. (This is the routine guys, get with it.) And I finally realize “Wait…today’s my last day at ASA.”
Well, September 1 is just around the corner, and you know what that means … time to move out!
This year, I’m moving into my first apartment. The excitement of this move rivals what I felt each fall for my college move-ins. However, I have come to realize that preparing to move in and furnish an apartment is very different from moving into a dorm room. Not only does my apartment not come with a bed, dresser, or couches, but there is a lot more space to fill!
Here are three ways that I’m fueling my excitement about moving and decorating—without tapping into my rent money.
Today is not just any day. This is the day my daughter leaves home for her freshman year of college. I wake up feeling empty already—and yet, she is still blissfully asleep in her bed.
Later this evening, the two of us will be wedged in a plane, with four suitcases and two carry-ons. (Don’t get me started on luggage fees and weighing a monster suitcase on the bathroom scale.) I just really hope her dorm room is larger than I think it’s going to be …
Yesterday turned out to be the best Monday of my summer.
I had forgotten to take my lunch to work, and was begrudgingly preparing to shell out $10 at Chipotle. Just as I’m about to trudge there, a man walks into my office with a platter full of sandwiches, salads, and desserts. He was promoting his restaurant’s delivery surface to companies in the area by dropping off some sample food at select places. Apparently, we were selected.
That was good enough for me, but then to top things off, my boss showed up to work with a box of Chinese pastries for everybody. I mentally thanked the universe and started chowing down, trying to remember if I had done a good deed or been particularly altruistic recently.
It was a nice little life raft tossed into the sea of uncertainty and self-doubt that grad school and job applications have had me floundering in these last few months. I had almost forgotten, but sometimes, good things really do just happen out of the blue.
It’s been 2 months since I graduated. The whole “no longer in school, hooray for me” mentality is starting to fade.
Although graduating college was a huge accomplishment and some celebration was in order, it’s time I put things into perspective: I am freaking out. And I think I have the right to be.
My post-grad life is pretty much up in the air. Everything changes constantly. I don’t even know what I’m doing after work today. (Is it laundry? Is it dinner? Is it after work drinks? I don’t know.) But if it’s nerve wracking for me, imagine how my parents feel—1,682 miles away.
You’d think, with all this technology and outlets for communicating, I’d be a better daughter and actually call my parents on a regular basis. I started this dirty habit of simply not calling my parents when I was 14, but during this time of uncertainty, they’ve been stressing the communication gap. Hard.