I don’t wanna grow up.

I don’t get cover letters. Seriously. I know, I know everyone is all “be creative, make it interesting to read!”

There’s only so many ways to say “please hire me.” There’s only so many ways to convey how great I am through a piece of paper.


It’s almost to the point now that if a job wants a cover letter I consider whether or not I even want to apply. That’s sick right? Totally messed up. But seriously. Can we please just have a phone conversation? Can we just sit down and have a chat? Can we talk about real life things other than me pretending that I spent every day of my life in college prepping for the future? Can we be real with one another? Can I tell you that I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life? I don’t have it all planned out. I don’t even know where I will be this summer.

Here’s the truth: I spend every day in college worrying about the future. Then I sometimes take naps. Sometimes I postpone my homework so long that I have 30 minutes to do it. I watch the occasional Real Housewives show instead of studying and I don’t tweet useful articles every day.

So here it is: my apology to all the freshmen that I gave advice to…all the companies that had to read my terrible cover letters…and all my professors that I ask on a daily basis how I’m supposed to figure out what I want to do with my life… I’m sorry.



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