As I got on the ramp to I-77 N, leaving Davidson and the
last four years behind me, I felt a thud.
In the rearview mirror, I saw some creature writhing and hissing in
pain. A snake. Soon-to-be-roadkill snake. Looks like I’m already doing some good in
this world.
In all seriousness, though, “doing good” is something I’m
seeking. At Davidson, that pursuit was
easy to track. The accompanying sense of
accomplishment and self-worth wasn’t always easy to come by, but success at
least had a set formula: I wrote a good paper and got an A! Now, I got nothing. No parameters for success, no litmus test for
a job well done. I’ve entered that
transition period where I’m not a student anymore, but neither am I a fully
functioning adult, supporting myself and paying all the bills. I’m like a half-man.
I hope you’ll read along, as I become a man working for
the Man.
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