Final Class

I've come to realize that most, if not all, of my blogs are very negative. This strikes me as odd because I am usually not a very negative person; some may even say that I'm very optimistic. Even though I am not a fan of journalism, I did thoroughly enjoy this class (strange, right?). I liked how we spent most of class working on "something big" like making a PB Wiki and even a crossword puzzle to go with it.

I feel like - actually I know that - this class has helped me become a better interrogator - er, I mean, interviewer. My first interviews with the firefighters in my town for the event story were TERRIBLE! I asked so many questions (this was before the 3 question rule) and overall I was very nervous. As I went on to interview more and more, my confidence level built up and I felt more professional, which in turn gave me better data for a stronger story. I also noticed that my questions became more serious as the year went on. Some of my first questions were like "So, you're a firefighter... uh, why?" Definitely an awful first experience, but thank god these interviewee's were so kind and polite.

With that, I feel like I accomplished something. Not only academically, but mentally as well. I feel that this class has helped me establish a firm base on connecting to people, one on one.

Uh oh.

As I read over my previous blogs, I realized that I have made little to no progress towards a career path. I mean, it could be worse... I could have lost my right arm (the one I write with primarily), but it also could have been better... I could have an internship lined up for the summer.

It's weird because I'm surrounded by juniors yet none (that I've spoken with) have an internship lined up. I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel a whole lot better that everyone seems to be in the same boat, but I'm still left with the same problem. I'm growing up and I have to get a job soon.

I just hope that I find my path in New Zealand next semester. Hopefully I'll have an epiphany there and realize what I was meant to do. Other then that, I can only hope that something strikes me or I meet a super wealthy girl who falls in love with me. I could live with that.

the light at the end of the road isn't so bright

I'll be the first to say it... I'm scared for graduation. I'm still a junior and I still have "a lot of time," but honestly, I'm getting nervous for graduation.

I'm going to New Zealand next semester which should be awesome, but it doesn't help my predicament. I'm clueless and lost in my major. I wish I went into nursing or biology (even though I'm not a fan of either) because at least they would have given me a narrower list of careers (that pay well).

I have yet to apply or even consider an internship. I don't even know what I want to do to be honest.

My mom is always telling me to apply for an internship and I always ask her "where!?" And she responds "a newspaper or magazine company." False. I'm not a fan of the news... why should I write for it?

Also, I'm not a fan of writing in general. Which therein lies the problem: I'm a writing major with no desire to write. I feel like I might have picked a dead-end major which may lead to a dead-end job. I am not thrilled for the future.

An offbeat idea that I recently got was to start an band with electronic synths and pop beats. For fun. Who knows, maybe it'll get popular.

I've also been told that I should get into acting. I don't know why I haven't yet, so maybe sometime soon I'll check it out.