As I sit here at my desk for my last night at Central Michigan University, I wonder what to do. You may think that I should know what I should be doing with my life when I leave here, but I really don’t actually know. I’ve been toying with the idea of going into publishing or editing somewhere in Detroit. My friend says that publishing isn’t what I think it’s going to be, but I kind of hope that working in the environment would help promote my own career in the writing field and maybe help to further myself in my current creative projects. I will be returning to Mount Pleasant and the CMU campus just to help put me somewhere with the upcoming career fair; I couldn’t make it to the one this semester and it kind of annoys me that it was over my birthday. There’s even going to be representatives from Amazon.
I mean, why would an English major and Cinema Studies minor be interested in Amazon? I am currently trying to develop a television show (I’ll try to write the episodes and post them here along with the rest of my fiction) and would love if whoever is here would be able to put me into contact with the branch of Prime Television. So, I might have something there? If not, then I’ll keep developing it and could even just put it straight to YouTube until someone sees it and gives me a bag of money to write it for like, HBO or something. I should also just finish working on my book(s).
Tomorrow at six I walk across the stage and have my name called out, showing my family and everyone I know that I did it. I fucking did it. I made it through my time here and will be graduating after all the highs and lows that I have been through since starting school here. I legitimately talk to one person I knew when I started here and I am so proud of him. My other best friend is a garbage person who is graduating a few hours before me; I’ll be happy to never see him again and I hope he falls off the stage because he trips over his dumb dress. That makes me sound petty, but what would you expect from a toxic person who only excretes noxious fumes of anxiety.
I’m super thankful for my RSO and everyone I’ve met through it. Jason and Aimee and Sydney are super wonderful people and I want them to know that if they read this. Through Spectrum, I went to MBLGTACC in Chicago and with Jason’s influence, I went to LeaderShape in Albion. Thanks to the Jam Fam and our cluster dad, Zak. You’re all great people and I miss you all and will miss you all.
With Spectrum, I met Aimee and Jason, some really cool and wonderful people. They were who I went to Kalamazoo Pride with where we saw Cazwell and the royal queen, Jinkx Monsoon. Jason and I went to separate War on the Catwalk shows, but I probably wouldn’t have gone if I hadn’t joined the group and professed my love for Rupaul’s Drag Race more publicly than I ever have in my life. I kind of technically went to a Kesha concert with him, but my brother paid for it, so I’m still super thankful for the ticket. And at the end of November, we went to A Drag Queen Christmas and Aimee, Jason, Casey, Sydney, Noah, and I all met the performers and I kind of wanted to break down from such a great time. I digress.
I’m going to chill out here and wait for the inevitable panic attack that will come tomorrow.
me after the ceremony^