I have a full-time job, work 40 hours a week, have my own place, drive my own car. For a while it looked like I’d be a career intern, but when I finally signed an actual contract detailing the terms of my salary, I could hear Webbie in my head, “I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T.”
A year later, try B-R-O-K-E.
Every time another friend posts a Facebook status about her upcoming trip to Puerto Rico, or how she’ll be on Miami Beach in T minus zero, I wish I would have stuck with that damn business administration major. What the hell kinda job offers unlimited vacation time to new employees – and how do I apply?
Just in time for graduation season, The Daily Beast compiled one of those photo galleries with a tweet-ready headline you can’t ignore, “20 Most Useless Degrees.” I figured it’d be a quick read, something to breeze through, chuckle at and forget. But I never made it past the first click: #1 was Journalism.
It would have been easier to digest if it hadn’t confirmed what I already suspected. From a median starting salary of $35,800 to a mid-career figure of just $66,600, it looked like I’d be starring in my own reality show, “Hardworkin’ Welfare Wives,” for the rest of my career.
My law school and pharmacy friends had $20/hour internships and the promise of jobs that would start in the six-figure range. Instead, I “followed my dreams” on a masochistic journey to save the world with the noble journalistic truth. When ever-important early education majors also make the list of lowest-paying degrees, the “I do it for the love” philosophy seems less and less logical.
A recent study by Georgetown found that people with a college degree earn 84 percent more over a lifetime than those with only a high school diploma. The other half of that, though, was that what you major in is more important. But as I see another “Just touched down in LA!” tweet, I’m thinking I might have made the wrong choice.