Restoration Calls: “I’m more scared of being underemployed than unemployed.”

I graduate college three weeks from today. Honestly, student loans are not even close to on my mind. I’m two grand in debt. I’m lucky.

I double majored in Anthropology and Literature, and I would do it again. In Literature I practiced writing, critical thought, articulating criticism, applying historical and cultural factors to the production of meaning; I engaged with theory focusing on the reader of the text, rather than the author, and applied that in a senior thesis on Young Adult literature. In Anthro I got the opportunity to form a completely new world view based on cultural relativism and the ethics of studying people. I learned to face internalized racism, classism and sexism. I learned that people are a lot more than individuals.

And those are just my majors: I also engaged with translation work, diaspora studies, ornithology, philosophy, and pedagogy; I was a peer advisor and a TA; I’ve worked as a museum educator, a summer camp director, an office assistant and a retail sales clerk; I’m part of my campus feminist collective, my campus Occupy affinity group, NYSR (New York Students Rising), and I register voters in the city twice a month.

I did a lot these past four years.

It makes me so angry when my picture is in a news article for a demonstration with NYSR or Occupy, and these middle-aged privileged white guys in Westchester County comment on the story, calling us navel-gazers, telling us to go study, talking about how useless our majors are.

But here comes the critical thinking: how are you measuring useful? Am I going to have a job in August when I move to the city? Likely not. Maybe my immeasurable luck at having a resume with Real Jobs on it will help me pull through. But honestly, my chances wouldn’t be much better if I’d majored in engineering or international relations or business, so what’s the point in beating myself up for choosing to pursue majors that taught me how to think? Maybe it’s the imminent poverty talking, and call me an idealist (please!), but I think my education was a success if I’m more scared of being underemployed than unemployed. I did a lot these past four years. If I don’t get to use it I’ll be heartbroken. I hate being wasteful.

I am adaptable, well-spoken, and critical. I will never make hundreds of thousands at a multi-million dollar firm because I’m critical of what those firms do to our economy and cultural fabric. I spent four years coming to the conclusion that this country is fucked and I have the skills and passion and drive to help fix it. And I learned those skills in Anthropology and Literature classes at SUNY Purchase College. I learned that drive with the fantastic student activists I’ve met through NYSR and Occupy. I learned that passion in an environment where I was encouraged to do what I feel I need to do to give back to this broken and beautiful society.

I saw a news article that said, “the class of 2012 is in for a rude awakening: 1 in 2 will be unemployed or underemployed.” Don’t be so cocky: we know exactly what we’re getting into, and we know it’s not our fault. But we’re going to fix it for you. Don’t worry.

What’s your story? Are you one of the college graduates that have hung up the mortar board to enter the real world? Are you years out of college but still wondering how you’ll make your loan payments? Or is college off the table, never been an option? How are you chasing your version of the American Dream? Tell us and we’ll publish it here.

Restoration Calls: “Give me the time and means, and I swear I’ll figure it out.”

When I was in middle school and in my earlier years of high school, I saw college and the rest of my future as an amazing and exciting journey of learning and and the attempt to satisfy my greatest curiosities. But as I began college, I knew better. College is about paying more money than your family has to compete against your peers for who can do better on exams. It’s about maybe majoring in something you’re not completely interested in, just because it’s more likely to get you a job. As a child of refugees and immigrants who never went to college, my siblings and I have a lot of pressure to ‘make it’ in America. Being the youngest child, my parents put me through private school for seven years, hoping that one day I’ll make enough money to pay them back ten times over by becoming a lawyer, doctor, businesswoman, whatever. As long as I can make a lot of money to support both myself and my parents, I’ll make them happy.

But what if I don’t know what I want to do the rest of my life? What if I’ll be in so much debt, I’ll have to ask them for help. With constantly rising tuition rates at UCLA, I’m not even sure how I’ll pay for school next year. Because my parents, and our society for that matter, expect so much from me, I had to tack on an Economics major, in addition to my pursuit of an International Development Studies degree. Major in something practical, my family said. What do you want to do with an International Development Studies major, people ask. I don’t know, but will you give me time to figure it out, instead of pressuring me to know what the rest of my life will look like.  Can I go back to the idea of, “You can be anything you want, honey.”  Oh, how much I would love to return to that innocence in middle school when I could just enjoy learning, without the constant nagging of, “What will you do?”

Give me the time and means, and I swear I’ll figure it out. Eventually. 

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