Getting Down to the Wire

One year ago I was sitting in the same chair at my same desk in my same student apartment saying to myself, "It's one more year of freedom."

Now, I am sitting here in my chair, at my desk, looking at my cap and gown saying, "Where did the time go?" I sound like an older relative after they haven't seen me in a year or so at a family reunion.

My original graduation date was one year ago, almost to the day. However, I chose to take a second major after I found a passion for journalism. With each day that went by, I did work...or what I thought was work, since I've never had a "real" job bacuase my parents always said that school was my job.

But what now? I can't procrastinate anymore, and I can't add another year to my college career. Nope. As my father says, "The real world is gonna be knocking on your door pretty soon." How do I answer it? Where did the time go?

It's almost time to face to music, and the song that will be playing is Pomp and Circumstance.

Multi-Generational Facebook

At first Facebook was exclusively for college. Now, anyone can have an account.

My aunts and uncles have even friend requested me along with all of my cousins on Facebook, which I have reluctantly accepted and added to my limited profile. Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer if the relatives from my parents’ generation would try to get to know me better through getting together with me, or at least calling me rather than checking up on me via the Internet.

It’s not as if I have pictures or information that I should feel ashamed of because if that were the case, I would delete them considering the influence a profile can have on a job prospect. But when my neighbors/babysitting clients tell me they don’t approve of my kissy-face profile picture because it might attract social networking stalkers that they saw on the last episode of Dateline, I get frustrated.

I liked Facebook a lot more when it was only for college networking. Facebook seems less special now that anyone can be a part of it. It has turned into another Myspace, which wasn’t all that special for the exact reason that anyone could be a member.

I’m keeping my Facebook page the way it is, but I can guarantee that if my parents decide to join, they will get their first taste of social networking rejection. Sorry Mom and Dad.