Taylor Cotter shares her horrific tale of woe:
When I started college, I figured out that the 10-cents-a-word life wasn't really going to pay apartment rents and student loans that were plaguing my future. I saw job prospects decline drastically over my first year of college and professors discourage students from pursuing careers in journalism. After years and years of being told it was the ultimate way to achieve my dreams, I realized that pursuing a volatile degree from private university was possibly one of the worst decisions I could have made.
I stuck with what I had always been told was the 'right' thing to do, and pursued a degree in journalism at Northeastern University, but made sure to take every conceivable step to make myself employable: internship after internship, student leadership, part-time jobs and graduating early. I spent the last four years crafting my resume so I would be the perfect candidate for a writing job after graduation. I was given an incredible job offer from a previous internship days before graduation and after four years, felt like I had beaten the odds and was on the road -- or at least on a road -- to success.
Now, two months after graduation, I seem to be one of just a handful of people that's been able to get themselves on their feet, pay their own bills and actually put together some semblance of an adult life with minimal parental assistance. I bought a car, found an apartment and set up a 401k, just six months after turning 22. I came down on the 'right' side of every statistic -- I found a job in my field that actually pays well, I'm living on my own, and seem to have everything that these other college graduates are dying to have.
But what about that 10-cents-a-word life that I always wanted? What about New York City? What about freelancing, penning newspaper columns and urban adventures? What about the struggles that I see on Girls and the tales of credit card debt and ramen noodle dinners? Aren't these the things that really make you 22?
Read more at Huffington Post, warning: may cause vomiting.
Poor, poor little thing. I hope she gets the kind of exciting life that she always wanted, but POVERTY SUCKS. It's not romantic and glamorous like in the movies, or TV or novels.