How am I supposed to make any money? I don't even know how to write a fucking résumé. I've been in school forever and it's all I know how to do. I'm in unfamiliar waters now and I'm scared the fuck out of my mind.

I know this may not help, but I think everyone about to leave school has felt this way, and it will be OK. You will figure it out. Just wait for the panic to cease, and you'll be fine.

Signed,
I had no idea what I was supposed to be doing other than surviving till a couple of years ago. Even now, it's pretty much in flux.

I feel like I'm running out of time, every second. There are too many things. I have to take care of this loan thing. I should probably start a savings account. I have to consider the possibility that this was the stupidest decision I ever made.

beathen has a modified tag. Oh, and uh, from the looks of it, it's going to be modified every day. And as much as I like you, beathen, I may not make an announcement every single day. It's the Josh Groban thing.

I know this may not help, but I think everyone about to leave school has felt this way, and it will be OK.

Yeah, I realize that this is basically how I would have felt three years from now anyway. But I knew it would be three years from now. I hadn't expected to have to deal with it NOW. I had no prep time.

Just don't get yourself into a panic attack.

loan thing- student loan? pay off? arrange payments? They'll work with you, often they won't demand payment for a few months after graduation, so you can get yourself set up. Start a savings account once you have a job. beating yourself up about your decision- pointless. You made it, and you know it was right for you, and now you're going to start the rest of your life with it, and it will be fine.

{{{Gud}}} I'm so sorry!

PC, listen to Nora, for she is wise. I'm sorry you're having this panic. I think it's natural, especially since you've recently made such a big decision. Try to focus on the here and now. Don't look too much into the future. Get through the next moment...the next minute...the next hour. Things are gonna be ok.

I decided to take some sleeping pills and go back to bed. I just got up again and made myself a bacon, egg and cheese scramble. Yum!

beathen has a modified tag. Oh, and uh, from the looks of it, it's going to be modified every day. And as much as I like you, beathen, I may not make an announcement every single day. It's the Josh Groban thing.

I wasn't expecting you to announce it every day anyhow. (That would be very cumbersome). On Groban - it's not like I'm gonna marry him or anything. Geez.

{{{Gud}}}

P-C. beathen is right. One thing at a time. Your college has a career planning and placement office or something along those lines, right? You should be able to set up an appointment with a counselor to talk over all this stuff, including guidelines on writing a resume. There are books on this stuff, tons of them, at your local library. And at the risk of being a self-promoter, there are people who help out with this sort of thing for a living.

You'll figure it out. Try the career planning office first, IMO--they can help you sort out what needs to happen first.

Good luck with lunch, Gud. It sounds promising.

I think you have made a sane and rational decision that will ultimately increase your happiness, P-C. YOu have a little panic now, because change is scary, and yo have a lot to do. I can relate. I just figured out what I think I want to do about this whole career thing and it is suddenly up in the air if I am even going to work for a living. But the end result is going to be much more what you want than listlessly working in labs on projects you aren't that interested in for the rest of your life.

(eta: Career Development offices are typically very eager to help you)

P-C, I hope I didn't sound harsh, my mechanic called while I was finishing the post, and I posted it before checking to see if I sounded obnoxious. But, change is scary. No doubt. Just take deep breaths, and tackle one thing at a time. Beware of getting yourself wrked up into a panic/anxiety attack (advice provided by the BTDT Committee of America).

So, preventative maintenence. $642. Blah.

Good luck with lunch, Gud.

Just don't get yourself into a panic attack.

I just had a little cry. Now I'm listening to my calming music. Beth knows what I'm talking about.

On Groban - it's not like I'm gonna marry him or anything. Geez.

Heh. I know. But I tease. It is my way.

And at the risk of being a self-promoter, there are people who help out with this sort of thing for a living.

Hee hee. Don't think you weren't the first person I thought of to ask for help.

But the end result is going to be much more what you want than listlessly working in labs on projects you aren't that interested in for the rest of your life.

You used the word "listlessly." That's such a great word. {{-t}}

P-C, I hope I didn't sound harsh

Not at all, Nora. Thank you.

So, preventative maintenence. $642. Blah.

Well, you know what Ben Franklin said. $642 of prevention is worth $643 of cure.

Gud--rough spots, especially really rough spots, are horrendous. You just have to hang on and eventually you'll find stability and home again--it just sucks so hard not to know when that will be.