After concentrating and thinking about the job for over two and a half weeks and wanting it with every fiber of my being....I have gained employment.

My first post-college job will be that of a bank teller...at a really awesome bank mind you. They called and offered me the job today and I was really happy, in fact so happy that I sang in the shower which I haven't done in a loooong time.

I am thrilled and nervous and at the same time going "Oh shit, now I'm really going to be an adult." My brain automatically started thinking about my budget, if I make less-enough to have insurance, how to go about transportation, living expenses, taxes, and how suited my wardrobe is to Bank Teller Fashion to name a few.

It is strange and exciting all at once. I hope I do well. I hope that my positive energy carries, that I can be as enthusiastic and great as I was at my college job the past four years.

Here comes the non-academic life!

Speaking of academics, I don't miss my college. A lot of people from my class year have statuses on Facebook missing Wells and envying those that are still there. I am not one of them. I was completely ready to move on (aside from random library withdrawals and lack of independence) and I am glad I am not returning. It is weird seeing former underclassmen's pictures sitting at the senior table ("Don't they need permission?") or thinking of Odd/Even without happening without my year's foghorn loud voices. But Wells will carry on. I have great friendships which I plan on keeping for as long as possible and I did learn things that I will carry with me and use for the rest of my life. I just don't need to go back. Some things are tempting and I might make it up for the faculty theatre production just because it sounds awesome, but otherwise I'm okay.

In other news I am enjoying reconnecting with my friends. I can't even say how happy I am to be hanging out with Lala again. She's been a gift, being a person I can always laugh with and who is supportive, strong and a person I look up to.

I've been sure to keep up with my Wellsians too. I have gotten into writing letters. They are such a rarity of communication because hey, just use Facebook, but it's nice to send something to hold onto, and that one day might even make it into an archive. I sent my roommate Sammy a letter encouraging her as she starts grad school and admiring her for her accomplishments.
Matt and I are in the habit of writing to each other often lately even though we do talk on the phone or e-mail in regularity as well. I just sent him a letter with a threat on the envelope saying that if anyone but him opened the letter they would be attacked by zombies and chihuahuas.
There are some things that can be expressed in the hand written word which cannot be seen or felt otherwise.

Well, here's to positive energy and a new mental year and life in the making.
Peace.
~Lo