can’t believe it! My daughter is graduating!” is how my mother usually ends phone conversations with me these days. For what it is worth, I cannot believe that I am graduating either. I alternate between denying and disregarding the signs that I am finishing up with college.
I had my last class yesterday and did not even notice until hours later, when in mid-conversation with a friend, I suddenly shifted my gaze and exclaimed, “I had the last one today!” It seemed anti-climactic to have this sort of delayed realization about the end of my time at Dartmouth.
I remember how in grade school I used to count down the seconds before summer break with the rest of my classmates.
Ten seconds before two o’clock in the afternoon, one of us would notice the time and begin the jubilant chant. We were ready for summer. Now, I am not quite sure if I am ready for post-graduation.
Someone once told me that Dartmouth resembles a resort. Tucked away in the hills of New Hampshire, the campus does have its fair share of tennis courts and water sports.
The college pampers students with interesting speakers and fancy luncheons—the cost of these niceties, I assume, contributes to the $34,458 bill for the current academic year (which comes to about a thousand dollars per week of courses).
A seven-night stay at one Club Med village in the Caribbean costs $1,090 (including airfare from Boston).
From this cost comparison, it seems that a posh vacation and a Dartmouth education share a similar price tag. So who am I to chant “hurrah” upon leaving this academic resort?
I am happy about the cessation of bills flowing from Hanover to my home, but I am certainly not someone with a job lined up, which leads me to my next point: finding a good job is a hard job.
In the ’67 film The Graduate, the main character, Benjamin Braddock receives career advice from a family friend, Mr. McGuire.
“I just want to say one word to you – just one word,” Mr. McGuire tells Ben.
“Yes sir,” the graduate replies.
“Are you listening?” the older man asks.
“Yes I am.”
“Plastics,” Mr. McGuire declares.
“Exactly how do you mean?” Ben inquires.
“There’s a great future in plastics. Think about it,” says Mr. McGuire.
Ben does not do much with this advice; his fears about his future and romantic troubles occupy most of his energies. But for those graduates of the Class of 2002 who feel compelled to act upon Mr. McGuire’s advice, worry not, exciting careers in plastics await those who have the motivation to apply themselves.
A quick search on the Web brought me to Management Recruiters of Prospect Heights, a company that specializes in staffing the Plastics Industry on both a national and international level. For more than 40 years they have been working with many of the top processors in North America.
The Society of the Plastics Industry (the industry’s trade association) also maintains a great Web site, complete with the latest forums on Vinyl formulators and links to the Plastics Learning Network. Numerous companies were represented at the PolySort Virtual Job Fair. There, I came across a job posting seeking a Plastics Resins Sales/Account Manager position in Cleveland, Ohio that would pay $75-85,000 a year—and on top of that, the company included a bonus car. Although I do not have the experience in plastic resin sales that applicants for this particular job must have, come June 9th, I will have the required bachelor’s degree.
I hope that after graduation I will soon find myself on the path toward a stable career that pays me at least what my family paid Dartmouth this year.
Otherwise, I might end up working with plastics of another sort, namely those with ‘Visa’ written on them.