September 29th is way too close...
School starts for me in 2 weeks.
I don't know if I am excited or if I'm dreading it.
I am signed up for 5 classes this term. I'm taking Modern British lit, Francophone Women Writers, History of Modern Art, 3rd Year French, and A History of Women and Gender. I'm excited about my classes; I think they'll be interesting.
But exciting/interesting classes won't help my disposition much when I don't have a fucking clue what I want to major in and do after school.
I'm starting my fourth year of college. I should have a major. I should know what I want to do. I once thought I did, but that certainty has left, and now I am left with nothing but doubt. I doubt my interests, my wants, and my intelligence. I like too many different things and disciplines to even begin choosing one over another.
I'm 21, and have no real clue what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I feel slightly lost.
I don't know if I am excited or if I'm dreading it.
I am signed up for 5 classes this term. I'm taking Modern British lit, Francophone Women Writers, History of Modern Art, 3rd Year French, and A History of Women and Gender. I'm excited about my classes; I think they'll be interesting.
But exciting/interesting classes won't help my disposition much when I don't have a fucking clue what I want to major in and do after school.
I'm starting my fourth year of college. I should have a major. I should know what I want to do. I once thought I did, but that certainty has left, and now I am left with nothing but doubt. I doubt my interests, my wants, and my intelligence. I like too many different things and disciplines to even begin choosing one over another.
I'm 21, and have no real clue what I want to do with the rest of my life.
I feel slightly lost.