Actually, I have ample time now that I am technically unemployed and on Tuesday November, 25, I will have graduated my third attempt at college. I suppose it wasn’t really my third attempt at college, considering I finished the first round (technically, twice as I have my associate’s degree and a professional certificate). I only dropped out of one program and that was largely because I was getting absolutely nothing out of the school other than annoyed and depressed. So I suppose this is my second attempt at a bachelor’s degree.
‘Lo and behold! I am successful! I have finished all of my classes and am now waiting for my final grade. I am a “pending graduate” according to Full Sail’s system. I am not only graduating, however. I am also the recipient of the Advanced Achievement Award on top of my two Course Director Awards.
Receiving the notification of the award was a bit uplifting as I have technically been homeless for half the time I have been in school. Full Sail’s handbook describes the award by saying it is “usually indicative of a student most likely to succeed.” If only everyone knew that I am actually fighting to succeed because I feel that I have no other choice. It’s either succeed as being a writer/filmmaker and be able to support myself or not try at all and die in the icy cold streets while the uncaring corporate poseurs of Seattle turn up their noses.
That last statement brings me to my next topic. I am reading Bridget Jones’ Diary. I am about halfway through and I have to say that this is the most uninteresting piece of drivel that I have ever read next to Pride and Prejudice. Are there women that are actually like this? How can someone be so focused on gaining the attention of men, criticize themselves for being that way, and then go right back to it? It is so shallow and epitomizes the stereotype of “chick lit.” It embarrasses me as a reader, a writer, and a woman. The book itself does not bother me as much as the quotes on the cover that say, “Fielding has rummaged all too knowingly through the bedrooms, closets, hearts, and minds of women everywhere.”
Who are these women? Do they actually relate to this? I don’t think I know these women.
My question is this. Do I bother finishing it? Does it get better? I saw the movie when I was a teenager, but I cannot remember a single thing about it other than the fact that my brother caught me watching it and said, “Are you feeling okay?”
(On the flip side, however, Bridget Jones has a job where as I do not.)