BLAST YOU, iJOURNAL!
Apr. 2nd, 2003 05:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caraigOKAY. Take Two. iJournal collapsed on me after I was ALMOST done with my last rant, so you can at least feel like you're spared from most of the unhappiness that was present there.
ALl right. What was I saying? Well, silly me, for thinking that going to talk with the placement officer would improve my mood. Some numbers: Full Sail currently has a 78% placement rate for my program. At first glance, this is actually rather pretty good. And, actually, with my particular class, I've very little doubt that the rate will be up closer to 100%; we're all pretty crackerjack and I can see us being eminently employable. The devil's in the algorithm, though. (This is where Mark Twain saunters out and says 'There are lies, damn lies, and statistics.') This is 78% of graduates who have been out of school for a year. As the counselor told me, some people have jobs when they graduate, some few have jobs before they graduate, and the rest of us... well, she said she's had some who've struggled for 'three, six, eight' months trying to find a job.
As has been recently brought to my attention, I need a job when I get out of here. I mean, RIGHT after I get out of here. I've never been in debt this much before and I don't intend to start defaulting on debts now after a reasonably good credit history, even if I can defer the debts for a few months. So this makes me a bit (understandably) panicked and nervous when I look at what the HELL I'm going to do in two months (AND COUNTING.) I suppose I did it to myself. But I have to keep telling myself that I did what I NEEDED to do, that there was never going to be another chance to get out of a soul-sucking industry and into something I enjoy doing. I haven't yet started saying that this was a mistake. I have started saying, "Oh dead Heavens, what the bloody hell am I going to do now?"
On a slightly brighter note, I got the stationery back from Kinko's, and they look rather spiffy if I do say so myself. So now my resumes and cover letters will at least look good when they're sitting on the rejection pile. *sigh* Honest, I really, really am trying to have a positive outlook on all this; I'd hoped to put 'productive' into the mood slot. But when I've been told that the job search is going to STINK UTTERLY for the past year, and when I'm looking at being out of work for upwards of many months after I graduate.... Well, it kind of eats away at optimism and just encourages misanthropy on my part. :(
I'll try to make my next entry a little more upbeat. It's just kind of a hard crash to be feeling good, then feel bad, then be beaten on the head with a steel reality-bat (as opposed to a foam reality-bat.)
ALl right. What was I saying? Well, silly me, for thinking that going to talk with the placement officer would improve my mood. Some numbers: Full Sail currently has a 78% placement rate for my program. At first glance, this is actually rather pretty good. And, actually, with my particular class, I've very little doubt that the rate will be up closer to 100%; we're all pretty crackerjack and I can see us being eminently employable. The devil's in the algorithm, though. (This is where Mark Twain saunters out and says 'There are lies, damn lies, and statistics.') This is 78% of graduates who have been out of school for a year. As the counselor told me, some people have jobs when they graduate, some few have jobs before they graduate, and the rest of us... well, she said she's had some who've struggled for 'three, six, eight' months trying to find a job.
As has been recently brought to my attention, I need a job when I get out of here. I mean, RIGHT after I get out of here. I've never been in debt this much before and I don't intend to start defaulting on debts now after a reasonably good credit history, even if I can defer the debts for a few months. So this makes me a bit (understandably) panicked and nervous when I look at what the HELL I'm going to do in two months (AND COUNTING.) I suppose I did it to myself. But I have to keep telling myself that I did what I NEEDED to do, that there was never going to be another chance to get out of a soul-sucking industry and into something I enjoy doing. I haven't yet started saying that this was a mistake. I have started saying, "Oh dead Heavens, what the bloody hell am I going to do now?"
On a slightly brighter note, I got the stationery back from Kinko's, and they look rather spiffy if I do say so myself. So now my resumes and cover letters will at least look good when they're sitting on the rejection pile. *sigh* Honest, I really, really am trying to have a positive outlook on all this; I'd hoped to put 'productive' into the mood slot. But when I've been told that the job search is going to STINK UTTERLY for the past year, and when I'm looking at being out of work for upwards of many months after I graduate.... Well, it kind of eats away at optimism and just encourages misanthropy on my part. :(
I'll try to make my next entry a little more upbeat. It's just kind of a hard crash to be feeling good, then feel bad, then be beaten on the head with a steel reality-bat (as opposed to a foam reality-bat.)
