And the grades for Spring 2003 are in: 3.51 GPA, not toooo, too shabby... but now that my weak, unstimulating subjects are out of the way, I aim to make it pretty impressive next semester :) Not to mention that from fall on I will have to compete with other journalism students, so that should boost my efforts even more, heh :) Things are starting to get more serious, but it's actually going to be beneficial for me; that's encouraging :) Woah, enough with the smilies.
Speaking of serious journalism issues, I have to take the Journalism Qualification Exam on Monday, which basically determines where I'm going to stand as a Journalism major. If I pass, I get into the next Journ. class which will then, depending on my grade, allow me to be granted acceptence into the Journalism school. Then I will no longer have to refer to myself as a PRE-Journalism major, *oooh, aaaah*. However, even if I do pass, considering that I'm taking the JQE late thanks to my moronic ill-advising advisor, I wonder if there will be room for me in JRL 215 next semester - I may have to wait until next spring.
If I DON'T pass (an occurance I'm hoping to be highly unlikely), I'll just have to fork out 15 bucks some other time and hope to ace it later... or give up my major, but that would be silly. Though, I'm considering myself very lucky because Jo said if you don't make it into the pharmacy program on the first try, you're locked out forever. And as fate would have it, she happened to end up in the same place at the same time as pharmacy hopefuls holding ridiculously high GPAs that she can't compete with, so she's going to have to find a new major. I find that to be a bit wrong, but what do I know? Man, all this talk of academic competition is making me a little anxious :/
Moving on to other aspects of my life, Ben and Rebecca and I have plans to head out to Chestnut Ridge to watch the lunar eclipse tonight... but it's raining right now and I have a feeling that the sky isn't going to improve enough by 11 to make this outing enjoyable to its fullest extent. Oh well.
Biking yesterday was a little bit of an adventure, though we couldn't find the supposed Ghost Town. Oh well. And Char and Jo never called me to help with their painting job this morning/afternoon. Oh well. And now no one gets to help paint the Katie-Charlotte-Rebecca house anymore. Yet again I say, oh well, haha. All is still good :) Tomorrow is another day, leading to another week... though now I'm starting to feel some little worry pangs about my test and my major requirements and what I'm doing with my life, aaah! I can't even find a summer job yet, how am I going to get a journalism major-let alone USE it?! And even if I do manage to find myself doing these things, will I be happy??? Maybe I want to be an English major... could I be a teacher? Would I be happier? Probably actually- as one of those relaxed, vivacious literature teachers who are always portrayed in coming-of-age TV shows and movies, who are inspirational and unforgettable to people like Kevin Arnold and characters in Never Been Kissed, haha... he was a very attractive English teacher/love interest, wasn't he? Now I've managed to go off on a tangent... but I still don't know what to do with myself. Would I ever be a relaxed, bright-eyed editor of some interesting magazine of some sort?? Though really, I'm mainly worried that I'm not going to be happy where I end up; isn't that really the underlying goal of... everything? That seems to me to be the meaning behind doing ANYTHING and the only thing anyone could want to strive for in life, underneath it all. So, what's going to happen and what do I do to get my favorite outcome/beginning????? I'm scaaaared.
It just seems like the life of an english major would be much more serene and carefree than that of a journalist... though majoring in journalism doesn't automatically make me a future JOURNALIST; there are so many places to go, and within each one are even more options-but I don't even know what they are. And everything feels so out of reach anyway :( And the path to happiness and security is, ironically but expectedly, bumpy and insecure. But it's all part life, and living is an amazing experience :)