pretty standard

I'm fairly proud that I've warded off Senioritis until the last couple weeks of school.

I'm skipping my pass/fail class. Not reading from "Voces de Hispanoamérica" as much as I should. And not studying for this linguistics test as much as I should.

At this point I'm pretty sure I'll be able to graduate, which is all I care about. Fortunately I've chosen a profession that doesn't require an amazing GPA.

Finding a summer job/temporary job is the biggest struggle for now. I've sort of tried looking. I get frustrated easily when I feel rejected by someone or something. All I want to do is get a simple job working in an office. I've done it before. I feel like I'm qualified to answer phones, do paperwork, use a computer and interact with people. I can dress professionally if I have to. I'm on time. I'm not totally crazy. I probably need to dress in a nice outfit, strut into an office, smile a lot and talk to someone in person. Eh.

Then there's the real job. I was told by a reporter last week that I need to treat getting this job like it's a job. Some reporters are really discouraging. Maybe not exactly discouraging, but they make it seem so difficult just to get hired anywhere. I mean, apparently once you break in, it's okay. But he was saying I need to drive to all these cities in Texas and hand deliver my resume tape to each director. (But, OMG, I have such a phobia of news directors. And for a good reason!) Another reporter told me she only got two Christmases off in the eight years she's been working. How am I ever supposed to see my family again? I hope everyone is trying to be a little dramatic. Today I was out with a photog and I was telling him about how nervous I am and he said he thought I was one of two interns this semester that really has potential. He was saying I could go as far as I want. I honestly thanked him because I feel like it's so rare to hear that from anyone. Everyone wants to tell you how horrible it is. People in broadcast news seem to have such a love/hate relationship with their profession. I can understand it though. Later tonight an important person at the station told me I was the "prettiest intern". :) It's goofy, but sometimes compliments from certain people can make you feel better, even if they're just about looks. But even looks are important in this business...

I need to spend the next couple of weeks getting more excited about graduating. As scared as I am to deal with the job world, I should be really grateful that I'm getting two degrees. (Well, the second one in August.) It's pretty lucky that I was able to double major in four years, and have time to study abroad. And to find the scholarships to pay for more than half of it. And to have parents that were involved and supportive.

Besides all of the worrying I do about school/graduation/job/future...I've still found time to have fun. This has been the semester of work hard, play hard. For the first time in a long time I've had whole weekends off. Of course I'm not sitting around all weekend, though I'm also not doing highly important things. But I feel like I've just been able to get out and enjoy the city more. Just in the past couple of weekends I've been to concerts downtown, dancing downtown, played baseball in the park, tried at least two new restaurants, played pool with friends, been to a festival, walked around in a creek, thrown a boomerang. And I've eaten a lot of shaved ice. I'm really grateful I have the time to do stuff like this. I'm also grateful to know a fun person who likes to do stuff with me.

It's good.

As for the stressful weekday stuff, "It'll all come out in the wash."

I hope.