Where to now Miss Daisy?

Alright so I didn't post very much when I'm in school, but maybe I will post more since I'm not in school anymore. Man that feels great to say. I'm sure everyone that reads this blog knows, but in case I graduated last month. It isn't official since I don't have the diploma yet but hopefully the diploma is in the mail and coming to it's rightful owner. So the question I have been asked and one I am asking myself comes up. What are you going to do now?
The answer I give and the answer I tell myself is get a job. Then the next question that come after I tell people get a job is Are you going to teach? The answer is: If I have to I will, but I am just looking for a job to pay the bills. So that is what is going on in my life right now. I'm looking for a job.
After my last exam it hadn't sunk in that I was walking out of my last exam ever, but now it has sunk in and now I'm thinking about the possible changes that could happen in my life. I had a coach/teacher in high school that once said, "Every three or four years your life changes." I have tested that theory have come to believe it myself. Now, questions come to my mind is: Where will I be? What will I be doing? Who are going to be the people that I associate with everyday at a job that hopefully will be able to support my needs. I want to stay in Tuscaloosa, but then again the adventurous part of me wants to find out what my life would be like somewhere else. I don't know. I quess we'll see where I get a job, that's going to be the deciding factor.
I'm very grateful for the education I received while going to the University of Alabama. My mind has surely been enriched with knowlege I wouldn't have had if I hadn't attended there. I'm grateful to the teachers I had. Some were not my favorite people in the world, but I knew they knew things I didn't know and I wanted to learn them. Some of my teachers were ones I will never forget: one that knew the potential of his students and pushed hard to help them become better writers, one that would talk about things he didn't know anything about and critiqued it with misconceptions, but he was funny and he gave me good grades (which always helps), one that made me laugh a lot (sometimes at things I wasn't sure I should laugh about) and helped me tremendously my last semester, a creative writing grad student who is a very good writer and taught very helpfull techniques that help improve my writing (very sweet person), and a teacher that had a great love for Shakespeare and showed it in his classes (very sweet too and never called me by my right name, but I didn't have the heart to correct him).

Onward ho! or as Robert Frost said, “In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life. It goes on.”