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A poem by my favorite poet and the only other woman who is perhaps more bitter than I am, Dorothy Parker. I think this is something a lot of people can relate to, particularly those who are graduating from college next March.

Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

My resume is depressingly short. I think I have a fairly good idea of what I want to do after college, but I don’t want to jinx it by writing it down anywhere.

What depresses me even more than the thought of my uncertain future is how 70% of the graduating kids from my school aren’t stressing out about what to do upon graduating because they’re either a) smarter than me, or b) batshit insane richer than me. I’m betting more on the latter though. I have a sinking suspicion that at least half of the kids who go to my school treat their college education as a mere annoyance that they need to overcome in the quickest and easiest manner possible. Oddly enough, I do understand why they don’t feel the need to work hard. Why bother when your family has the money to pay for everything? That doesn’t make me any more fond of the conyitos y conyitas in my school though. I really resent the fact that they’re going to have it easy the rest of their lives while the rest of us actually have to struggle to make a name for ourselves.

I’d rather work for a paycheck than have daddy pay for everything, though. I can’t stand the thought of unearned glory and wealth.