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13 November 2011

American Dreamin'

While I'm halfway past my first semester of college, I'm still in deep conflict with myself about what I want to pursue...and at the same time, right now I should either be sleeping, doing homework, or eating. Instead, I'm blogging and listening to Corrine Bailey Rae's The Love EP on Pandora. Currently in the process of downloading via mediafire.

I digress.

The reason why I really wanted to blog was because I just finished exhausting the few careers I would potentially pursue in my lifetime: a registered nurse to a nurse practitioner/nurse administrator, clinical laboratory scientist to a higher administrative position, public relations/advertising executive/manager/director, and my preference, graphic designer to creative director. It's funny to think that my first semester during my senior year in high school was truly devoted to figuring out which university I would be attending when really, it should have been what career I'd be passionate to pursue for the rest of my life. I think that was my demise. Nonetheless, mistakes lead to better decisions. But more so, I was exhausting the Bureau of Labor Statistics for one of the essays that I need to write and complete by Tuesday at 11:59pm (despite the fact that it was assigned probably more than a month in advance).

I feel like I always put this thought process off...even though I've thought about it every now and then and have tried to put my plans into action. Like the fact that I visited my dream school, Art Center College of Design, but found that money was way too much of an issue or the fact that I really shouldn't be at CSU Northridge, but instead, at Loma Linda University for Medical Technology so I can get into the field quicker. So. Many. "Buts." 


Even so, I still find myself gravitating back to graphic design to eventually become an artistic director. It's ambitious. And risky. But I'm (almost) in for it. I'm just so afraid and hesitant about my parents becoming heartbroken to either 1) become poor trying to support my desire to attend art school, or 2) disowning me because they seriously can't afford my dreams.

I just don't know what I want to do yet...

...in both terms of writing my essay or planning my future.

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