I got to visit my dad’s side of the family this weekend. They are the middle Californians. Some of them were complaining about “Kids these days”. Kids these days, apparently, do not help with harvesting the crops like they used to. Like all of THEM did. What’s the world coming to?
Some of my cousins made the point that there are child labor laws now. Good point. Those pesticides are only for adults!
They were all extremely congratulatory of my degree. “What was your major again? English?”
My aunt said it best. “What are you going to do with your degree? It’s fine to be educated, but it’s important to be able to eat. What are you going to DO? You can’t eat a diploma!”
One of the cousins said, “Well, you can, but only once.”
I took a deep breath and looked over the fence. I talked about how, when you live frugally, making a living is not as hard as it looks. I said that I was looking to do something meaningful, which would be exciting and focus on the things I love. I said I wanted to help people see the beauty of literature and affect the culture of America, but that I wasn’t sure what form that would take.
She looked at me blankly and said, “Are you going to be a teacher?”
My family loves me. She wants to make sure that I will be okay.
That’s what I had to tell myself the whole way home.
All of us liberal arts majors have the same conversation after graduation, I’m sure.