Twelve finals and several thousands of dollars later - I have officially finished my junior year of college learning. That is kind of surreal. I'm a senior. Granted I have three semesters more until my under-grad and then at least one year of masters work ahead of me - but it somehow seems so final to say: "I'm a senior.". Yeah. Just another step into the adultness of it all.
Whatever.
I've been talking to a few different accountants over the past week about certain aspects of the profession and asking if what I am learning is really useful. They actually say it is. I'm glad that I picked a major where the course work is actually applicable to the profession instead of one of those majors where you spend years learning things that won't be used out side of the classroom.This isn't saying that I will learn everything about accounting from a textbook, but it is nice to know that if I am going to pay five hundred dollars a semester on books that I am actually going to get a return on that.
That last sentence really made me sound like a business major. What can I say? It is all about the dollars.
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Speaking of the dollars, may I have some?
Uh, graduating from college scares the crap out of me. The responsibility forthcoming stings like a thorn in my mind. Every time I think I've forgotten it's there, I remember and it burns all the more. I wish that what I write merited publishing, or that more people read poetry. It'd make it a lot easier (and more fun) to get my hands on some green.
Chris, I don't know if this will help you or not, but here is a link to a friend of mine in Raleigh. His name is Ross White and he runs a poetry blog. It might help you with finding something in the impending working world.
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