This past August, I found myself unemployed. You would think that, after spending the last 18 years in school and finishing a summer in which I worked nearly 60 hours a week, not to mention 12 credit hours of online classes to finish college, I would find the idea of having zero obligations for the first time in my life to be an exciting thought. And I sort of did, at first. The four hour drive across the state to visit my girlfriend required next to no advanced planning on my part (it took some on hers because she worked three jobs at the time, like a NERD).
An Opening Day essay
