Summer is winding down and the time has already come to begin preparing for the new school year. Such preparations include buying school supplies, getting back in shape, buying clothes, buying books, and soul searching. Mom will reprimand me a little for putting myself back here--here, in this place of paranoia; what if I don't make it? What if I'm unhappy? Truth be told, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I think I had a better idea of what I wanted to become when I was six years old. But now I have no idea. A lot of things sound "interesting", but not great enough to capture my passion. I love writing but rarely do it. I love photography but have no training. I love teaching, but that doesn't feel, well, big enough for me. I'm vain about my talents, you know. Whenever I feel I've created something great, I want the world to see it and agree. I strive to impress others. I don't know if that's a good thing, but I'm not all that sure it's a bad thing either. And what began this thought of uncertainty? I'm adjusting my schedule for the semester. What I thought was going to be a creative writing class has turned out to be something like highschool AP English, and God knows how much I want to do that all over again. So now I'm stuck on deciding on another class. I'd love to take an acting class but feel it would be a waste of my time. I think I want to minor in English linguistics, but the classes sound horrible. *sigh* I guess I'll continue on this broadcasting thing. If something finds me along the way, yay. If not, I'm not lying when I say I'm anxious to work at the radio station and eventually have a shot at anchoring in an upper division class. Carrie