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Brian Williams came to me in a dream last week.

It’s pretty rare that members of the NBC family make visits to my sub conscious (I’m looking at you, Lorne Michaels), and my mass media major seems to have little to no effect on the needs of the Super Awesome Fun-Time Network News Club to stop by for a cup of tea and some Scrabble. Regardless, Brian Williams, clad in a navy blue suit and an ounce of hair gel, was there to navigate my pending senior year insecurities and politely reminded me, “Two strikes, you’re out.” His remarks wouldn’t have troubled me so much had we been playing a game of slow pitch softball, but instead he was kicking me out of a studio tour. I had committed two sins in Brian Williams’ studio, and he wasn’t feeling keen on forgiveness.

I would have been able to shrug this all off with a morning cup of coffee, but, much like another Cobblogger, I’m trying to kick caffeine. AND, it was raining. AND, my horoscope said something about “dreams” and “career choices” and “No, seriously. You’re never getting a job and you’re never going to pay off your loans and you really ought to have never quit your first job at Best Buy no matter how much you hated it. Way to go, sport. Enjoy the rest of your meaningless existence.” AND, I have a nagging monkey of superstition firmly latched onto my back.

Two strikes, Brian Williams told me. Two strikes, and I’m out. Two strikes? TWO strikes?!

I can’t cook. I don’t own any furniture. This month is only the second time I’ve ever had to pay rent. I can’t use parallel structure. I didn’t know parallel structure existed until fall semester of last year. I don’t own a car. I don’t have any savings. I haven’t taken a math class for 4 years. I’ve never written a cover letter. I don’t have a portfolio. I need about 15 hours of (Brian Williams free) sleep to feel refreshed and energized. I MISSED writing an entry here last week. I’m pretty sure the only marketable skill I have is drawing pictures of cats wearing blazers in Sharpie marker on dry erase boards. And also, I could really use a haircut.

That’s 13 strikes right there.

A senior? Seriously? Is this it? One year left and I’m

… done?

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