Sixty. I’ve applied to sixty jobs within the past month, and none of them want me. There just isn’t a high demand for English and religion majors with only minimum wage retail experience. Who would have thought? But I am lucky and better off than many during this time. I pray for the unemployed who have children and families depending on them. What an awful, terrifying situation to be in. So this summer I’m re-investing my time in odds and ends, things that interest me. I have church, I have clubs, I have a pile of books bigger than my head that I am going to read. My frustrations shouldn’t be frustrations at all, but opportunities to make me more creative and open-minded regarding my time and money. That may be a luxury in and of itself. But I get so depressed when I’m not engaged in something. And I don’t want to go back to school in the fall and answer the “So what did you do this summer?” question with “Um. Well. About that.” Every opportunity I am given shapes me and makes me into a stronger person, and I am so happy with who I’m becoming.