The proverbial first day of the rest of my life.
After my final college class, a few of the usual suspects were congregated for the evening in the living room, drinking tea. Topics ranged from feral humans to bizarre aquatic life. I learned of something called a grampus. It was a typical college night. Will I miss having long conversations with other educated people? I hope not.
I slept in, on the morning of the proverbial first day of the rest of my life. After noon, I put in a full day’s work on LEspaceMotorcoach.com, which should be finished soon. It’s exciting to say that this is the second website I’ve been paid to create this month.
Now what? At the end of the day, I was still in my pajamas, bored and worried.
My sister called just then, with a promising idea. She knows of some exciting work that I could begin doing. I don’t want to say very much about it, because I don’t know very much about it, but it sounds like something that’s right up my alley. From the initial description, it sounds like it would resemble the internship I loved having at Eastgate Systems last summer. In addition, this would give me an excuse to go to Kansas City and see my baby nephew, who has grown toward being a toddler now, and I have never seen him yet.
Perhaps this is premature, but now that I’m no longer a student, I’m a bit worried about how I am going to “stay in shape” so to speak. For years I’ve been a loyal devotee of that driving question echoing through my daily thoughts: “What’s on the syllabus?”
There is no syllabus after graduation. Better yet, I write my own syllabus. Better still, I grade myself. But what’s on the syllabus? How will I be graded?
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