Life keeps rushing by. I am always in hurry. I have more energy than a four-year-old kid with ADD because it is a requirement of my place of work. I have seven weeks left here, which is exhilarating but nerve-wracking at the same time. Seven weeks to get hired. Seven weeks to figure out where I will be living. I am starting to wonder if graduating early was not such a bright idea. I am the school-type anyway, why would I end it all early? I think I thought I would be getting into graduate school. But now I am contemplating what I even want to go to graduate school for. Where is the job-fairy? I have rarely not gotten something I have applied for, not to sound egotistical, but it’s true. The job search is a much different story though. I’m starting to feel under-qualified.