I find that a common theme in some of our readings is the writers trying to find where they belong in the world. For instance, I saw Anzaldua's essay on language as a kind of exploration of how she truly identifies herself.
As a senior graduating in just a little over a month, I can relate to this sort of identity crisis. I'm a journalism major, an english minor, I haven't found a job yet and I have no idea what I want to do with my life. Can anyone else relate?