My Impending Doom

And by doom I mean graduation. Believe you me, I can't wait to graduate, but there's also that feeling of leaving the familiar behind and being forced to venture into the unknown. I know God has a calling for me, I just don't feel that I have any clue what it is.

Honestly, I'm going to have a Bacheglor's degree in Literature, not much direction there, unless you've had you heart set on teaching tenth graders the finer points of MacBeth, which I don't. So my heart and mind go out to God at this moment as I cough 5 bucks to go to the WestPACS job fair next Thursday. Pray for me.

z.james