So tell me, what does the future have in store?

I don't know, truly. I've been thinking and reflecting a lot recently. When it comes down to it, I really do like journalism. I like getting the story and I like how interviews and asking right questions lead to a story that writes itself sometimes. I do need help with my reporting though. And I need a lot more self-confidence...which has been lacking as of late. One thing that is hard is that I am reserved. I have to push myself to talk to people--which probably isn't a good sign if journalism REQUIRES to be in touch with people. I don't know what my deal is.

I'm kind of in a funk right now, actually.

Reaching my junior year, I realize that I need to A) pick up a minor or B) fill my schedule with 20-some hours of random classes. I had initially thought the way to go would be to minor in graphic design, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder if it's for me. I can be creative when it comes to words, but I am not sure about layout/design. The only thing I've ever done before was photography! I do a bit of page layout for newspaper, though. I like the idea of design, but I'm unsure if I'm able to do it, and if I would waste a semester if I took basic design/drawing.

My plan "B" so to speak is to try to do a French "minor". I put it in quotes because my school doesn't have the minor, but it has a world languages sort of minor that includes language classes with an immersion experience opportunity. Basically, this would enable me to go further with my French (which would kick my butt academically but I LOVE this language) and I would be able to become fluent that way. If my parents don't disapprove, I'd really love to do an 8-week program in Paris (or France) and do immersion there. It's really not that bad, the only thing is living expenses/traveling for the 8-week course. But how amazing would that be, spending 8 weeks in France? I would die. MDR! (to die of laughing, the French LOL).

Anyways.
Choices are there. I just have to make decisions. I'm looking towards plan B. More loans. Bah. But seriously, having another language is pretty good. I hate the pressure to have to have my whole life all together. I'm not even 20 yet. Good grief.