When I grow up

The truth is, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

I remember in first grade, I wanted to be an author. In ninth grade, I wanted to major in journalism and political science.

And here I am, a year from graduating. I'll have not one, but two degrees - Journalism and Spanish. What am I going to do with them? Your guess is as good as mine.

For a long time, I saw myself as William Miller (even before I saw Almost Famous). I love music and writing, so why not?

William Miller = my nerdy, music-loving self

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I wanted to write for Rolling Stone, and I still do. But I realize it's a long shot.

I love everything that journalism has been able to offer me so far. I love that I get to learn more about things that I'm interested in. I get to research things that intrigue me and then relay that information through my writing. I love it.

Then there are nights like last night, when writing is hard. It's really hard. But when you come out with a piece that you're proud of, it makes it all worth it.

More and more, I've been thinking about being a librarian. I love learning, constantly finding out new information. And, of course, I love reading. I've got a summer job in Special Collections at the library on campus, and I'll be organizing microforms. I have a feeling I'll be learning lots of interesting stuff because we have to find out what information is on the microforms, since they've never been catalogued.

I want to have a show like Nate Burkus. I love design and architecture, and I love helping people. Nate does all of that. Wonder if he needs an intern?!

 Then there's always the possibility of being a radio personality. Again, with the love of music.

I was looking into being a court interpreter, and I haven't completely ruled it out. It's just a bummer that certified interpreters in Missouri don't have salaried positions like some states do.

I like the fact that Sean and I are free and clear after graduation. We really have the option to do just about anything. I've constantly been thinking about moving to Spain, even if it's just for a year. The Spanish government wants native English speakers to teach in their schools, and they provide a decent salary. If I could teach in Oviedo...or Bilbao...or Barcelona...or Madrid...I'd be there in a heartbeat.

So, it's all just a big jumble of not-knowingness at this point, but that's okay. Someday, I'll know.

I'll get back to you when I do.