I wrote this in response to a question I received, but it seems like a concise enough answer. You can find the original question here if you are all interested and stuff.
I’ve been trying to write a thoughtful answer to your question for several days, but writing seriously about myself is not one of my strong points. In all seriousness, I recently spent three days crafting a “short blurb” about myself for the employee newsletter. I get irrationally freaked out about doing this in a way that will be not boring, so I want to emphasize that everyone who is not interested should please scroll down because I am self-conscious.
I have lived in Milwaukee for the past two years working as an AmeriCorps volunteer with public high school students in pre-college programs. I hope that it’s fairly safe to disclose this information on a blog that also chronicles my slightly problematic drinking because I’m only twenty-three! I have tried to use this experience to help me become a better adult, but really, it’s just made me nostalgic about never going to prom and being able to wear sweatshirts on weekdays while simultaneously growing to really resent the office supply industry. That is not to say that I don’t love it all the time. I graduated from Lawrence University, a small liberal arts college in Appleton, Wisconsin. I graduated with a degree in Studio Art with an emphasis in sculpture, and English with an emphasis in satire, which is only notable because I chose to pursue the least profitable, useful, or employable aspects of each major. I am still going through the phase that involves romanticizing my college experience, which is probably painfully evident in my writing.
I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my future after I am booted from the AmeriCorps bubble this summer. I spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about this. I have also never been in any sort of significant romantic relationship. I started this blog because people in my real life were sick of listening to my attempts to express my neurosis about being unemployable and undateable. Now that I live alone, I’ve also started to verbalize my inner monologue, which I realize is a little crazy, so I try to write it down instead of becoming one of those people who mutters on the bus. For this reason, I am very glad that some else can relate. xx