inconsistent me

Before I started this blog, I thought about for a few months. I couldn't find a blog that met this specific niche that I wanted to read. The ones I did read felt more like self promotions. I don't want to self promote through this. I don't want to wine and complain all over the place either. I want this to be a place where people can relate. I would love to get comments discussing the issues that affect us 20 somethings lives. 

I know I said I would post on Fridays and Mondays but.......nothing. I got nada. I honestly don't think I'm a lazy person. In fact I'm often such a bee that it drives my boyfriend crazy. But I do have depression. The annoying and persistent kind that just won't go away when it's extremely inconvenient. Though I suppose this was a good week for it to resurface if  it has to. I really didn't have anything much, still recovering from surgery. But it did steal my motivation to write this blog. I'm curious, how many 20 somethings have depression. Is it long term, severe depression or situation depression that results when life just sucks? Anyone out there care to be brave and share their story? 

discouragement when getting started

I'm not posting this on a Friday; it's a Monday. I am writing this from bed where I lay in much pain. Friday, when I said I was going to blog, I was in the ER waiting for emergency surgery to have my gall bladder removed (emergency cause they thought it was infected). Fun! not. But this leads me to a discussion about insurance. I'm pretty sure it's because of obamacare that  I was insured this week. Wasn't it because of obamacare that young adults can stay on their parents' insurance until their 26th birtdhay? I think the old law said you were covered as long as you were a full time student. I qualified for  that until I graduated.  

I have to admit, I haven't been paying  close attention to the  obamacare/GOP shutdown down hoopla. Mostly because I feel like  there isn't a darn thing I can do about it. So feel free to enlighten me on the evils of obamacare, but if I hadn't been covered, I would not have had surgery. At least until the pain got too much. As it was, it took me about a week to go to the ER because of the $30 copay. 

I thought I knew what I was doing

     I hate insomnia; I really do. Sometimes it seems to pop up on the most inopportune nights. For example, when you actually have to work in the morning. So I figure I’ll tell the blogosphere a little about me. I’m Geena, 24, bibliomaniac, and obviously insomniac. I’m also a part of that “lost generation” that supposedly got entirely waylaid by the Great Recession. Well I’ll take that any day over the Great Depression.

     Even though I graduated from high school in 2006, I didn’t graduate from a so-called four year college until last December (2012). So that means it took me 6 years if you don’t count the semester I took off for medical problems. 6 years was actually quite a bit less than many of my college peers. 2 years of community college for my associates, dropping a double major, adding a certificate, all these made school longer. I thought I was doing the normal thing though. Many people I knew started with different majors than they graduated in. I was a liberal studies major. That was the major required for elementary school teaching preparation at my college. Basically it was a shallow study of all subjects and a study of education itself. That was my plan, elementary school teacher. Somewhere in my penultimate or final year, I knew that it wasn’t for me. It was the paperwork and the politics I tell people. They’re what drove me out. I still love teaching, and if I could get a job teaching remedial English at a community college right now I’d be ecstatic. Still, I was so close to finishing, I wasn’t going to change my major again. Also, if I took anymore classes, I wouldn’t be eligible for federal loans. I had reached my unit limit just in time.

     Even after graduation I rethought the teaching thing. Still, I wasn’t sure what else to do, I hadn’t found a job yet, and the parents were willing to help me financially through the teaching credential. It was a mistake. I hated the credential program. Not the kids and the actual teaching time, but the rest of it. Plus, I was having health issues again. It’s hard to pass your classes when you’re throwing up in the trash can just outside the door or getting sent home because your blood sugar is so high you should be in the hospital. I lasted the first week or so at full time. I lasted another month and a half before I took a medical withdraw from all classes.  

     That’s enough of the story for now. I don’t want to bore you all with too much reading. Anyone else care to comment on similar experience? Changing majors, adding or dropping majors/minors/certificates, unit limits (160 is it?), etc. 

Lost in the aftermath of graduation

I decided to start a blog chronicling my adventures after graduating college. I know many of my friends are in the same boat as me, underemployed (or often unemployed), struggling financially with massive student loans, and considering graduate degrees to maybe just maybe help them get somewhere in life. To those out there feeling hopeless, I feel ya. This is a place for us to talk about it.
Rules of the blog:
I will do my very best to post on Mondays and Fridays. If I miss one or it is late, you'll survive.
Please be respectful in commenting.

Tomorrow I will tell you all about me, but for now feel free to introduce yourself in the comments. I'd love to hear who is actually interested in this kind of blog.