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Lately, I've been buried in books. Right now I just got out of Spanish...and I really wanted to bang my head repeatedly, pop some pills and keep moving.
Lately I've been thinking of Journalism is really what I want to do. I am going to my Intro to Journalism class and the more I learn, the more I am starting to hate it. Its hard to explain when I love writing so much. My teacher is pretty nice but maybe I am just discouraged or something.
I realized that I want to do more Humanitarian work then write about the news. But, then again in another way writing the news is helping people learn about the world and what is going on. Maybe what I want to do is more hands on.
Lately, I've been reading more and more about what is going on...rape, mass killing, looting, 50,000 to 80,000 dead and I want to do something.
The question about me going to Darfur and what is probably going to hold me back for the time being is this: How can I go to out of the country and help people when I need to sort out what's going on in my personal life?
Oh and I am so sick of Harper. GMOOH for the love of all that is holy. Good grief.
Lately I've been thinking of Journalism is really what I want to do. I am going to my Intro to Journalism class and the more I learn, the more I am starting to hate it. Its hard to explain when I love writing so much. My teacher is pretty nice but maybe I am just discouraged or something.
I realized that I want to do more Humanitarian work then write about the news. But, then again in another way writing the news is helping people learn about the world and what is going on. Maybe what I want to do is more hands on.
Lately, I've been reading more and more about what is going on...rape, mass killing, looting, 50,000 to 80,000 dead and I want to do something.
The question about me going to Darfur and what is probably going to hold me back for the time being is this: How can I go to out of the country and help people when I need to sort out what's going on in my personal life?
Oh and I am so sick of Harper. GMOOH for the love of all that is holy. Good grief.