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All our lives - wether we would like to admit or not - we have always
been labelled; in turn, this label alots us into a select group,
category,
and community. Female, daughter, sister, single - the list is endless
really. Each of the labels mentionned can be used to
describe who I am today. Most recently, as of June 4th to be exact, I
became a member of an entire new group - 'post-grad'. Now, it's
important to understand
that the term 'post-grad' holds different meanings. For me, it meant
the end of written assignments, midterms, and required reading.
The end of a long commute.The end of being a "kid". The end of seeing
familiar faces, and random ones.
The end of frustration. The end of a chapter.

While it may seem that graduating has allowed me to breathe a giant
sigh of relief, as the summer comes to an end - I realize that I could
not be more wrong.
Like many other first time post-grads I have decided to take a year
off from furthering my education and work. Like other post-grads, I am
searching for a career
within my 'field' of study. As a Criminology and Justice graudate, I
can tell you that if your interests are outside of Policing,
Corrections, and Immigration -
your chances of securing your"dream job" are slim to none. Well, maybe
not none, but a lot like searching for a needle in a haystack.This
Criminology and Justice graduate has big dreams of making it as a
Broadcast Journalist. Meaning, this recent graduate finds herself lost
in a gigantic haystack.
As talk of going back to school begin to resume, questions about the
future keep me company day after day, and night after night.

I suppose this post can simply be summed up as a part of growing up -
meaning I am supposed to just deal with it. Yes, these decisions are
inevitable. Yet, times are
changing. This topic is perhaps one of the major issues youth face in
contemporary society. Sure these past four years have provided me with
many valuable life lessons - but
it is very unfair to think that in these short four years I will
discover who I truly am. As I decided to write this post, I asked
myself, "Who am I?".
Honestly, after four years, I do not know - and I have a feeling I am
not the only one. Four years are simply not enough to have it all
figured out.
In fact, if there is one thing I learned, four years later, is that
time only adds to the complications in our lives.


Nevertheless, with all these endings - comes a new beginning. That
being said, Jackie Opoku, and I would like to welcome you to our blog,
and remember that no matter what
life may throw at you never forget to Live.Laugh.Love