Part 3: Future Stock
Moving on from school has been everything I had hoped it would be. No more late nights of stress and homework. No more soap opera friends, who take it upon themselves to make any and all situations into overbearing drama. And most importantly, no more grades hanging over my head, rating my success. Now, just a piece of paper that tells me I finished the whole ordeal.
And finally, I feel like I have something useful in helping me find success. I have a piece of paper that helps me into a teaching program. I have a piece of paper that shows potential employers the hard work I've put into the last four years. I have a piece of paper that qualifies me for clerical jobs at Marvel Comics. That's right, I finally have something that potentially puts me above other applicants.
So what am I doing with myself because of this? I'm staying right where I've always been. In Tacoma, living with my parents and being that creep who shows up at college parties long after he should have dissapeared. Oh, I'm living the life all right.
Here's the thing. I really want to get out of this town and on with my life. The problem is, I really have no idea what life that is. So in the meantime, I'm restless.
Here's the other thing. I really have no money to get out of this town and on with my life. I'm a poor man with sizeable debt, so I need cheap rent and a decent job. Hey, living at home means no rent. And working a managerial position in the meantime means I'm making out like a bandit.
So really, all this is helping me towards whatever long-term goal I come up with, or so I'm telling myself . .