Just like the aftermath of unwrapping that ideal present, while holding my diploma and notebooks full of knowledge, that familiar dream-squashing sentiment set in. All of the shiny other majors with job prospects and networking possibilities were seemingly more attractive in the post-grad glow.
Welcome to the Young Life Crisis (YLC). Even if they don’t admit it, I guarantee almost every new graduate has at least had a flash of one. It gets stronger with every rejection email, or when you hear someone you went to school with is now living happily employed after.