I met with my college advisor yesterday – for those of you who are here for the fiction, this is a personal life update, sorry.
She went over my transcripts and requirements with me, and confirmed that I am on track to graduate in December. We talked about what my senior capstone can be (whatever I want it to be, evidently, which opens a whole realm of possibilities). Class registration doesn’t open until later in the month, but it looks like everything I need will be offered this coming semester. And I may have a bit of wiggle room in my schedule to take, as she put it, something just for fun. Art classes…
And then I asked her when I should start job hunting. “Now. Now is good.”
Oh. Well, I guess I’d better warm up the resume and restart the spreadsheet I used after the divorce when I was job hunting. This time I’m more focused (back then it was ‘I need a job. Any job.’) so I won’t be applying for everything (right up to shoveling snow. I needed to take care of my babies, and I would have done it. Fortunately the office job came along.) I will, however, be looking over a much broader swatch of the country. We’ve known that we’d likely be moving when I got my degree, and it’s time to start planning for that, too. Tomorrow I’ll be doing paperwork for school to get some things settled out on my transcript, and they have an office that helps with job hunting, I think I’ll see if they can help. As I told my advisor, this is the first time I’ve done it this way. I’ve never graduated from college before. I don’t know how to job hunt with a degree. It’s a bit fearsome and unsettling.
I just have to make it through this semester, and then one more. I think I can do that. I hope I can do that. Because that gets me the piece of paper that certifies I have a Bachelor’s of Science in Forensic Science and Investigation with a thematic sequence in Chemistry and a minor in Molecular Biology. (and isn’t that a mouthful)
After that? I have no idea. But something will happen.