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I had what I guess you'd consider an epiphany last night. As much as I hate all the things my mom was barking at me on the phone Thursday I think last night while I was tossing and turning rather than sleeping(which seems to be regular practice for me these days), I thought a lot about what I want after college. My thought process going into college, both Suffolk and Plattsburgh, has been I just want to go and set my self up for when I know what I want to do, and have the time of my life while I'm doing it. Lately I've been having a hard time with the time of my life part, but I think things are really looking up.
Anyway, last night I was thinking about something I wanted to write about for a long time, alternative energy. What kind of alternative energy we already have in this country, what scientists have in the works, etc. and I was specifically thinking about wind power because I read an article in Newsday about how Long Islanders were opposed to an offshore wind farm for whatever reason. I guess they like high energy costs, I don't know. But I thought about it and I already have a lot of video sources and I was thinking how it'd be really cool to drive down to Ticonderoga and interview the farmers that allowed for the building of wind farms and stuff. I thought about how cool it'd be to just put together a story and then try and push it on the school paper and maybe even a few small newspapers.
While this thought process about how awesome this story would be and how much I'd love to write it was going down I just stopped and thought about how maybe writing really is what I want. I've always liked writing but I've never liked the effort it takes. I guess maybe I'm just lazy, but the idea of interviewing people that have to do with the wind power in New York and gathering sources for a story like that really got me into it, and it made me think- maybe I've finally gotten into the reporting side of it. And I started thinking about it on a deeper level, and I thought how cool it'd be to manage to not just do news writing, but get myself involved in Radio and/or Television mediums too. And maybe even magazines.
But I've never felt this close to being sure that I'm on the right track in awhile. This semester in itself is probably going best of any as far as taking school and classes seriously. And I'm gonna sort everything else out, I'm applying for jobs at a few places today, when I go home Columbus Day weekend maybe I'll be able to work a shift or two at Tommy's. I also plan on getting to the Doctor's that weekend, get whatever it is I've been feeling sorted out, I'm just gonna make a list of symptoms, I'm assuming blood tests and such will follow and then I'm gonna say call me with what's up and we'll go from there. Hopefully if something is wrong it leads to a specialist up here and that's taken care of and if it's just stress and anxiety we talk medication or something.
I'm off for now though. Laundry, Job Apps, Studying, Two Tests, hopefully winning myself some "Cardinal Cash" or a TV or something at this Cardinal Cash Fair today, and getting some work done on my magazine report.
Anyway, last night I was thinking about something I wanted to write about for a long time, alternative energy. What kind of alternative energy we already have in this country, what scientists have in the works, etc. and I was specifically thinking about wind power because I read an article in Newsday about how Long Islanders were opposed to an offshore wind farm for whatever reason. I guess they like high energy costs, I don't know. But I thought about it and I already have a lot of video sources and I was thinking how it'd be really cool to drive down to Ticonderoga and interview the farmers that allowed for the building of wind farms and stuff. I thought about how cool it'd be to just put together a story and then try and push it on the school paper and maybe even a few small newspapers.
While this thought process about how awesome this story would be and how much I'd love to write it was going down I just stopped and thought about how maybe writing really is what I want. I've always liked writing but I've never liked the effort it takes. I guess maybe I'm just lazy, but the idea of interviewing people that have to do with the wind power in New York and gathering sources for a story like that really got me into it, and it made me think- maybe I've finally gotten into the reporting side of it. And I started thinking about it on a deeper level, and I thought how cool it'd be to manage to not just do news writing, but get myself involved in Radio and/or Television mediums too. And maybe even magazines.
But I've never felt this close to being sure that I'm on the right track in awhile. This semester in itself is probably going best of any as far as taking school and classes seriously. And I'm gonna sort everything else out, I'm applying for jobs at a few places today, when I go home Columbus Day weekend maybe I'll be able to work a shift or two at Tommy's. I also plan on getting to the Doctor's that weekend, get whatever it is I've been feeling sorted out, I'm just gonna make a list of symptoms, I'm assuming blood tests and such will follow and then I'm gonna say call me with what's up and we'll go from there. Hopefully if something is wrong it leads to a specialist up here and that's taken care of and if it's just stress and anxiety we talk medication or something.
I'm off for now though. Laundry, Job Apps, Studying, Two Tests, hopefully winning myself some "Cardinal Cash" or a TV or something at this Cardinal Cash Fair today, and getting some work done on my magazine report.