I’ve been hunkering down in my little home office here more often than ever recently, all because I’m on a quest. No, I’m not crossing swords with evildoers or standing defiant before a salivating dragon while searching for some sacred bauble (well, not unless you count the occasional bouts in Bethesda’s Oblivion).
I’m penning my way through forms and applications and standing defiant before an open mailbox about once a week until I gather the courage to thrust my hopes and dreams within. I’ve walked through a swamp of booths and flyers and pamphlets that taunt me with visions of the future, and I’ve negotiated terms of trade with numerous officials on unfamiliar territory.
A new media journalism major begins contemplating the Real World in earnest.