Momma (and Dad) I'm coming home.

The goal of literature courses, if I may generalize, is an attempt to illuminate specific social issues (race, gender, class, etc.) found in a given text and ultimately allow students to reach an understanding of their self in relation to these issues. In all the ruminating over what it means to be human, one concern never addressed was that of how I was going to take care of my white, middle class ass with a mere literature degree. And so I have found myself moving back into the house of my parents, resembling something like the figure of Lenny - a bumbling man-child. I want so badly to tend those goddamn rabbits, only to find that's not a real fucking job. So what is left? Full retard. No Oscar.