End of Semester: Self Evaluation Time!

College, where no one actually knows what is going on until it's almost over!

  I've been in a really strange place these last few months. Not really sure when the emotional instability weaseled it's way back onto my path, but I'm dealing with it as it comes. Positive thinking, sleeping regularly, meditation, and the odd gym attendance sure does help. Maybe there is something to this whole "healthy mind, healthy body" thing I've heard.

     My boyfriend and I have been talking a lot lately about the career choices we're going to have to make in the next few years. I've had a hard time trying to get a handle on my skill set, the things that make me a viable player in the field of ADULT JOBS. What do they want from me? 

     I'm going to be taking Spanish in the fall, and in my free time (haha) studying German again. I've begun trying to learn Java and HTML (why would I ever need this?!). I'm going to highly consider postponing my summer classes next year and applying for internships. I'm only just now done with my first semester as a Sophomore in college and already, I've started playing the "to go to grad school or not" game. As a History major at a mediocre college (that just added State to it's name, woooo), it's hard to picture all sorts of wonderful opportunities falling in my lap. 

     I'm going to pretty much be following my professors around for the next 2-ish years, begging for scraps. And I don't even know if I want to teach or not. But if I don't, what would I do with a BA in World History?! I've always wanted to be a college professor, big office full of interesting things I've collected from my travels... That's not as practical an idea as I once thought. Tenure track professors are so rare these days, and I'm NOT going to be an adjunct, no benefits, at less than $20,000 a year. Not when I can teach at a mediocre high school and make more. 

     I'd love to work in a history museum, handling rare artifacts. To do that, I would have had to start applying for internships last year, not taken 2 years off from school, and have a .3% higher GPA than I do now for that to happen. I feel a bit stuck. Here's to you, Liberal Arts Majors, with your books weighing down your bags, your hair a mess, the underside of your wrists bruised from typing for hours on end. I feel for you.