“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.”
-Friedrich Nietzsche, The Wanderer and His Shadow
What better way to preface the final account of a kid who used to be prone to existential crises than with a quote from the master of the school of thought himself?
The goal of the “melody” on this blog is to entertain, to provoke thought, and to inspire. I’ve been trying to do these things (mostly the entertaining and thought-provoking parts) with my Mike Checks this summer. But just like any song, if this series didn’t end at some point, it could never truly accomplish those things.
So this is it, folks: the last crescendo before the orchestra hall goes dark. Listen close, because it’s going to be a fast one.
From a number cruncher to an iced tea addict, optimist to a strategist, dreamer to traveler, and dancer to friend, I’ve worn more hats than I ever thought possible in a single summer. This journey has been incredible, and I never could’ve guessed that any of this would happen to me when I sent out my résumé, just hoping to get a standard internship.
In terms of the work I’ve done and experience I’ve gained, it was spot-on. I’ve written more blog posts than I can count on all my fingers and toes, helped SALT develop some really cool products, and drafted more copy than Peggy Olson does in a day (and that’s a pretty big accomplishment—have you seen how late she stays at that office?!). SALT has equipped me with the skills necessary to be a great copy and marketing writer, and given me the tools I need to carve out a future career path.
And that career is hopefully going to allow me to tackle the biggest challenge coming at me in the next few years: paying off my massive amount of student loans.
I was hopeless during my first few days here. I thought there was no way that anyone could manage an amount of debt as high as mine, especially as an entry-level worker fresh out of college.
But after spending just 4 months here, and seeing and hearing stories from all kinds of people that have done it, I’m positive that my debt is manageable—no matter how hopeless it may seem.
And that’s not just a piece of brainless optimism either. When it comes to student loans, there are options to manage them and people who want to help you pay them back. That’s why SALT exists.
I leave for Oxford 3 weeks from today. The same feelings that were stirring around in my head 2 summers ago when I was an incoming freshman at Tufts have resurfaced. It’s an odd mixture of nerves and excitement, a feeling that only someone about to start college (or apparently, start at a different college) can know.
I’ve been worrying about the pettiest things and completely shrugging off the huge stuff. I’m more concerned about my ability to make friends and be a halfway-decent crew rower than I am about the whole living-in-a-foreign-country-and-not-knowing-any-of-my-surroudings thing. But hey, maybe that’s just me. I think if I’ve established one thing in these posts over the last 10 weeks, it’s that I’m a pretty quirky dude.
Yet despite my (constant) worries, I feel like I’m ready for it all. I think my time at SALT has made me grow up so much more than I expected. I’ve got a clearer idea of where I want to be in life, and what I need to do in order to get there. Oxford is just one stepping stone along the way that I’m prepared to handle.
So dear readers, this is goodbye… for now. I told you this was the last crescendo, but if you know orchestra music at all, than you know there’s always a ton of false stops in the piece. When one part of the song ends, another begins.
Thanks for reading. Here’s to peace, love, and money savvy.