Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I want a Tiffany's ring for Christmas?

Well that's what someone believes according to all the advertising out there - I want a 20K eternity ring in platinum with emerald/princess cut bagettes...err, Cheryl - that gibberish is all your fault too many Martha Stewart magazines.
Actually what I want for Christmas other than a slipcover for our hideous pink Craigslist couch, or a myriad of other stuff from Ikea, or even Isa/Terry's new cookbook - Veganomicon (seriously more important than a slipcover - Herbivore is selling it...HINT, HINT) and whatever else, but instead I really want to know what I am to do with my life. Bloody hell, seriously what am I suppose to do?

What shall I do? And here's where you my readers come in - not that you really affect the course of my life - but regardless. I have my two minors more or less completed (Gerontology and Kinesiology) and now I'm trying to figure out about the 3rd one - I could finish Microbiology/Biochem and while in general it is fascinating - memorizing and following radioactive carbons through glycolysis, TCA to find out where they end up is going to push me over the edge... so what then? Leaha in her panic to find courses Monday night started rambling off titles for PoliSci courses and well folks I think I've found something greater than Starbucks - classes on Globalism, International Law and Human Rights(*giddy) - even better the minor requirements are dead simple - 9 lower div, 16 upper div - which for those doing their SFU math works out to 3 and 4 courses - 7 in total, plus my 4 Kines courses outstanding - I could be finished Christmas 08 or Spring 09 (more likely since I'll probably have to throw in a History course or two) and then do the yoga course in the Spring of 09. And then Regent? Eternal school...

Since I know Cheryl's vote is for me to drop the Yoga School and run head long for Regent- but here's the deal I need a job other than dealing with kicking kidlets or persnickety patients - not to mention the hours are better and it pays a hell of a lot better than my current jobs. So here is the crux of the matter:

This direction will put me on the path to writing... am I sufficiently talented? Or should I just suck it up, take the MBB courses and hedge my bets on a PA program in Portland?

7 comments:

Therrian said...

Here is a question for you that would answer your own question.

What do you WANT to do?

LeahA said...

She wants to go and take some Poli Sci classes and be a writer and dedicate all her books to me!

Jenn said...

The reason I asked is I don't want to be under some delusion, like the millions who try out for reality shows - and no one at some point in time had the heart to sit them down and tell them that they need to pick a different path... I would love to write for a living, but I recognize that at one point in the last year I wanted to be a doctor... things change.

Yes Leaha you will be the first one I dedicate a book too...

LeahA said...

Believe me I don't think your under any delusions about your writing and internally i think you would agree...maybe its unexplainable but its in you trying to find a means to get out....

k u dedicate ur book and maybe i will like dedicate a child to u or somthin

Ryan said...

NO REGENT!!! Come join me at ACTS I need friends there (friends who are liberals). Other than that the plan sounds pretty good other than this whatcha going to do after Regent/ACTS. Eternal school is cool and all (Jesus knows I would do it if I could) but there does need to be some sort of plan for what to do when the schooling ends.

Therrian said...

Plans are for people to afraid to just let life take them where it will. Plans are also the surefire way to miss the great, unplanned things that will pass you by every day you try to stick to some plan.

There is a significant difference between being a smart, grounded individual who goes where her heart takes her...and someone who actually thinks winning the lottery is a valid life path.

Jenn said...

Bah, none of you are helping... maybe that's the point - on the path to impoverished literary bliss I must go... and Joel - want to be my editor?