Yesterday I popped into Barnes and Noble to pick up the latest--and last--issue of my beloved Cookie Magazine. While I was there, I snagged a copy of The Teen Vogue Handbook, which just hit bookshelves this week.
I felt it was ironic, in the most heart-wrenching way, to buy a book about breaking into the magazine industry days after several hundred people were let go from their jobs in the same business. Equally heart-wrenching is that I am currently signing up for my last-semester journalism classes and that graduation is looming over my head like a bad dream. It's hard to feel happy about earning a degree in a field with so few jobs.
While perusing Jen Loves Kev last night, I thought, "Maybe I should be a teacher!" Jen loves teaching, my mom loves teaching, why I shouldn't I? The jobs are plentiful. The salaries aren't, but I would be making around the same as a struggling journalist.
Too bad I really don't like kids, I really don't have patience, and I really don't want to give up on my big city dream before it has even begun.
I have already dog-earred and highlighted this passage in the Handbook: as Teen Vogue fashion writer Evonne Gambrell says, "I believe the right job will find you."
