I'm about to graduate from college with a degree in journalism.
...I'll wait for The Face.  I've been getting The Face – The "You
Poor, Misguided Child" Face – since I started telling people I wanted
to be a journalist when I was in the seventh grade.  And while the
economic recession and the threat of a collapsed Boston Globe mean
this dreaded expression now packs an even more pointed air of pity,
I’m generally immune to it.  I’ve been practicing the “Why I want to
be a writer” explanation since adolescence, and I’ve been planning for
post-graduate poverty since almost as young.  The surprise now isn’t
that it’s going to be a struggle; it’s that everyone else is
struggling, too.

My just-as-jobless fellow graduates who chose more “practical” career
paths expected to fall into $50K+ salaries immediately after school.
I’ve been preparing my plan Bs, Cs and so forth for several years.
Finding alternatives or supplements to permanent employment, like
freelance writing and editing work, is common sense to a College of
Communication student, while my School of Management counterparts were
really stumped when recruiters didn’t flock to campus like usual.

While I won't pretend to feel good about graduating in The Great
Depression 2.0, I do feel good about graduating with a degree in
journalism.  And I feel bad for those poor, misguided finance majors.