“What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?” – Langston Hughes
This is my first post after months of procrastination. I am 25 and jobless. I have been for almost a year despite having a Masters degree from a top 10 school in international affairs, a bachelors from a top 10 school overall, being fluent in four languages, and having had various jobs from groundskeeper to consultant since I was 14 years old. I feel like a failure and think that employers look at my application and wonder what is wrong with me because I have yet to be hired.
Since this blog is an opportunity to explore all those issues, those that myself and others are facing, I won’t address them all right now. I feel the poem above summarizes my emotions throughout this never-ending journey as at this point it’s not a matter of if, but rather when I will reach my breaking point…and I have come close.