Its been almost one week since I donned a white cap and gown, and walked up a small set of stairs to shake the hand of my principal and receive my diploma. It doesn’t feel real to me yet. I assumed that by now I would have begun to feel different; like a college student, or a high school graduate at the very least. But nope. I still feel like I will be going to high school again next year. It hasn’t fully hit me yet.
Occasionally it will hit me for a moment or two. When my principal announced “I know present to you the class of 2014” was one of those moments. A shiver went down my shine and a smile stretched across my face as we walked in front of hundreds of parents, teachers, family members, and fellow classmates.
I can’t help but wonder, “what’s next”?
If you’ve been following this blog for a while now, then you may have seen my various posts that outlined my aspirations and my plans on how to get there. When I first started this blog in February of my sophomore year of high school I was so certain of the career path I’d be taking. I had it all planned out—the roadmap to where I want to be was so ideal that it was almost naïve.
“I’ll go to college in New York City, I will intern during college and surely the magazine will hire me shortly after graduation, then I will be an assistant and just work my way up the ladder until I became an editor.”
I was (am) so young. I was so idealistic. I was so hopeful. I was so naïve.
Two years ago when I started this blog I was certain there would be no other path for me. I was convinced that I was meant to be an editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. While I still dream to work at a fashion magazine, I have realized that it is an incredibly hard job to come by. Yes, there are more jobs in the fashion industry than ever before, and no I am not giving up on my dream. I simply realized that I do need a back up plan. I do need other career options, and I need to be open to taking them if need be.
The road map to my future as a fashion editor has been altered a bit. I am not going to university in New York City. While it is a bit disappointing, I am so happy where I am actually going.
In the fall I will be attending Saint Joseph’s University in Philadelphia, PA. I will also be majoring in English. I would like to minor in something as well, but I have yet to choose. I’ve considered multiple minors. Some are practical and would make me look better as a job applicant. Others are subjects that I am interested in and would like to study in depth.
The first time I visited the campus I fell in love, I truly did. It felt right. I felt like I could see myself walking on the campus. It’s a medium sized school, which is perfect for me. It isn’t too big that I would be overwhelmed, and it isn’t too small that I would know every single person there. It is perfect because it is a short train ride away from Center City Philadelphia.
So here I am, a high school graduate about to face the unknown. I might have my aspirations figured out but I have no idea where they will take me.