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Name: Bobnivik
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Gender: Male
Interests: History, Politics, Food(both making and eating), Drama, Old School Music(pre-"oldies"), American Football, any excuse to hang out with friends, Sleep.
Expertise: --The inner workings of both the Alpha Cafeteria Dishroom, and the Lancer Gym Concession Stand. Tremble with fear, ye mighty, and despair.
--Randomly speaking in a Brittish accent.
--Randomly breaking out into song.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
1/25/2005
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| It's been a while. This is what I've been dealing with.What shall I do after graduation? My degree is rather useless and unrelated to my interests. Not completely, but the field my degree is supposed to help in is more dependent on "experience", of which I have little, than book learnin'. No one bothered to tell me that that field had few entry level opportunities to begin with, not that I asked. Honestly, I went to college more for the social experience than anything, and the easiest majors would naturally turn out to be the more useless ones.
So, here I am after achieving my childhood dream of being a "college student" wondering what to do with the rest of my life. My options so far are widespread.
1) Keep pursuing my degree field, even though I feel under-qualified and inexperienced(you never have it until just after you need it...) Aimlessly work my way up to whatever position it is that I'm supposed to want?
2)Go back to school for a "more better"  degree. Most likely speech, history or social anthropology(who saw that one, right?). I've always known a college environment, why not just become an academic? Or, is this just trying to stay in the bubble?
3)Join the Millitary. Hey, it worked for Dan Dunford, Jeff Mason and eventually Pete Sheffer. Unfortunately, I lean toward non-resistance philosophy/theology while still despising peacenik activists. Unlikely, but if Tyler Egli can swing it, it's on the list.
I've leaned different directions from time to time. My leanings depend almost solely on my mood-of-the-hour, which swings far to often to be reliable. I wish I had some overarching principle of passion to pursue, and maybe I do; it's just buried under years of idealistic and romanticized mental images that collapse under the weight of reality.
Prayer is appreciated.
NLR
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| "contentment"Some poetry that I haven't done in a while. This one was inspired by two waterfalls near home town Toccoa Falls Ga. The namesake is the lesser known one back in the woods, as opposed to it's more famous and eponymous "sister," which was named after a suicidally heartbroken indian princess. One could only reach the falls by the "deadman's branch" trail and then some logging roads/dirt bike trails, and then randomly wandering to one side into the brush near a train bridge.
CONTENTMENT FALLS
Over hill, under wood and over wood.
dead men branched and water stood
near iron horse’s flying ground
apart from paths Contentment can be found.
Spared pillage in the wooded vale
the falling song a counterpoint
against the daring, tearing joints
of progress trampling the trail.
Hidden with a leafy veil she stays
a nameless maiden, stable and secure.
To her earnest, broken sister she demurs
who fell for love, and falls again each day.
Only we who know and share her gladness
remake the path across the glen.
and when we leave at last in sadness
Contentment hides herself again.
NLR
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| I haven't failed.....yet...
NLR
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| I need to be careful when I ask God to teach me something. Like patience and perseverance. In the process of almost failing Advanced Journalism, there were a few points in which the proverbial towel was almost thrown. I am more than blessed with generous and encouraging teachers and family. There is light at the end of the tunnel. So what if it's the train. That train had to come from somewhere, right? Wow. That was an optimistic thought. I'll have to watch those.....
NLR
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| When Strangers CallIT's amazing the things I can accomplish when I get my butt in gear. Time to not-fail Advanced Journalism. Work's been having some issues too, which isn't good in a professional context. Believe it or not, I have a phobia of talking to strangers on telephones. Strangers in person are bad enough, but not making eye-contact is just disturbing. Having a hand tied up with a phone during a conversation is unnerving as well. Praise God for the invention of the speaker-phone....
NLR
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