This year’s “whiny college graduate unprepared for the job market” letter to the editor is in the Buffalo News.

Upon graduating, I was helplessly launched headfirst into the “real world,” equipped with a degree in history and $32,000 in student loans. Before ricocheting back home, I would learn two important lessons: 1) There are no well-paying — let alone paying — jobs for history majors. 2) The real world is really tough.

(That should be “there are no paying — let alone well-paying — jobs for history majors”. That’s how the “this, let alone that” structure is used: The first example is general, the second more specific. Otherwise it makes no sense. But then you’re a history major, not a language major, aren’t you?)

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I had no intention of living in a society that was as unfair as this one. To seek a haven devoid of the ruthless 9-to-5 ebb and flow of contemporary America, I moved to Alaska.

As a liberal arts major, I dreamed of making a profound difference in people’s lives.

Doing what, exactly? What kind of life would you judge your history degree has prepared you for? What did you have in mind?

Instead, for a year, I lived in Coldfoot, a town north of the Arctic Circle that resembles a Soviet Gulag camp. My job as a tour guide for visitors…

This “Soviet Gulag camp” of a town has a tourism industry? Why, yes it does. It isn’t the bustling metropolis Cicely is, but it has its charms — apparently lost on Ken, here.

I’ve read this letter five or six times now, and it keeps getting funnier every time I read it. I just wish the paper had done a sidebar interview with his parents.


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