Scheduling anxieties.

I'm currently in the process of deciding which classes I need to take for the upcoming spring semester. Should I focus on taking core requirements or on taking major specific, journalism classes?

When scheduling in the past, I have usually attempted to get as many core classes out of the way as possible. But then I end up with a monotonous course load that leaves me feeling out of touch with my future career in journalism.

Spanish and business management classes are less than inspiring to say the least.

During this past fall semester, I've felt overwhelmed but at the same time unaccomplished. I know I've completed 15 credit hours but I don't think I've made any strides towards establishing myself as a journalist. I have yet to define what it is I want to do or find out what I'm passionate about in regard to a specific niche in journalism.



Hopefully, this upcoming semester I will be exposed to different aspects of journalism (i.e. feature writing) and I'll be able to get a more of a concrete sense of what direction I want to take in journalism.

Ushering in change.

My blog focuses on the changes I'm working towards in my life. But last night and early this morning a truly monumental change occurred in the lives of all Americans.

Barack Obama was declared President-elect of the United States. The electing of the first black president and a definitive change in political rhetoric is historic.



I fully supported Obama during his campaign and was elated upon the announcement of his win. This is step towards progress.

Despite the fact that Obama's presidency won't begin until January, I can already sense that change is in motion. We are on the dawn of a new age politically and socially. I've never felt so excited about being American and about change.

America is on its way out of a serious rut and I couldn't be more ecstatic.

A weekend of diversions.

While my weekend at home did not provide any revelations in regard to my academic or career path, I did manage to divorce myself from the ball and chain that is my life at Point Park University.

It was refreshing to be around my family and go out with friends. Although I'm not originally from York, Pa and hate that I call such a backward county home, there is something comforting about being home (a.k.a. with my family and friends).

I enjoyed talking about everything but school with my friends. I don't like talking about school or what I do as a community facilitator with people outside of Point Park University because most people don't really get it. I usually end up telling my friends I go to school and I'm kind of like an RA.

Over the weekend, I went to two Halloween parties and spent a lot of time with my parents. This weekend was definitely a chance to let my hair down.



Upon my younger sister's suggestion, I decided to wear her old Hooters uniform and be a Hooter's zombie. It's pretty awful. Even worse, my mother took pictures.

As I had hoped my parents spoiled me (over fed me) and were understanding about my academic slump. The more time I spend away from home, the more my parents and I appreciate one another. I actually have a good time with my parents. When I first arrived we stayed up talking until almost 3a.m.

Maybe I didn't get any sleep this past weekend or realization but I certainly had a much needed reprieve from responsibility.

A change of location, perhaps a change of pace.

I'm going home to York, Pa for Halloween weekend much to my boyfriend's chagrin. He hates whenever I go anywhere without him. I'll admit to having separation anxiety too.

But I really need a break from the responsibility and routine that I have while living in Pittsburgh. I haven't seen my parents in over 3 months and I've been missing them terribly. I also want to see friends, catch-up, and cut-loose.

I'm anxious to see what the weekend will hold. I'm hoping that a change of scenery will reenergize me.

My parents are the source of a great deal of support and encouragement. They have guided me over the years and helped me to develop my talents. I honestly think I could do just about anything career-wise and they would be proud of me as long as I was happy.

But it's not as though they have let me go through life willy-nilly. My parents have always encouraged and sometimes enforced discipline. I often think that it is the discipline that my parents have instilled in me that keeps me steadfast on my path towards getting a bachelor's degree (whether it's in journalism or something else). It is this mental and emotional perserverance I must attribute to them.

I hope that talking with them over the weekend will eradicate my overwhelming sense of self-doubt and offer some reassurance.

A break in the clouds.

I'd like to think I take a hold of the good moments whenever they occur. I know I focus almost solely on the negative aspects of my life in this blog, but I'm not a negative person. I actually consider myself a 'glass half-full' type of person. However, I use this blog as a forum for my insecurities, uncertainties, and whining.

All academic negativity and social doldrums aside, I managed to grab a good moment last night. I finished building my road bike.

My boyfriend bought me a road bike off of Craig's List. The bike was a yellow, old Schwinn. I loved the frame but I was overwhelmed by the work it needed. The wheels were rusted, the tires worn and melted, and the brakes and gears didn't really work.

It looked like it had been out in the rain for the last decade.

Initially, I was excited to fix up the bike and buy new wheels, tires, chain, etc. Then I found out it would cost close to $500 of money I don't have for a bike.

The gift of a bike turned into a sour point in my boyfriend and I's relationship after he bought himself a yellow, vintage Italian road bike. His bike was in poor condition as well but he was able to spend the $500 or so to rebuild the bike.

I turned into the green-eyed monster.

Fortunately, we looked into an organization in Pittsburgh that builds bikes called Free Ride Pittsburgh. After three 4 hour evenings at Free Ride, my bike was functioning for a total of $25.

I'm thrilled that I'm my boyfriend and I are now able to ride our twin yellow bikes together.

Acrewing Accomplishments

I measure my self-worth and define who I am by my accomplishments.

You are your accomplishments. Great mantra if you're accomplishing things, but what if you're not?

As it gets closer to the end of the semester, I'm wondering what I've accomplished this semester. I find myself grabbing at straws when it comes to listing what I've done this semester that I should pat myself on the back for doing.

My semester has consisted of keeping my head above water academically and making last-ditch efforts to form a living and learning community on my floor of freshmen residents. I feel as though I'm in a constant S.O.S. situation.



I haven't made any strides in regard to my career. Nothing has been published, not even in the Globe, Point Park University's newspaper. I have no clue where to intern or what I should be interning for.

Personal accomplishments and met goals are lacking as well. I haven't consistently gone to the gym or lost any weight. The only consistent thing I've been doing is eating poorly, barely sleeping, and struggling. I haven't finished any books for pleasure or work on any collages (yes, I like to collage).
My lack of accomplishments academically and personally have left me feeling as though I don't have an identity because I don't have associate my identity with my accomplishments. I need a change in self-perception as well as a new mantra.

Free time is seemingly evasive.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm not just in a rut academically or career-wise. I'm in a rut when it comes to my work-out routine, my social life, my recreational activities, etc.

My work-out routine consists of running two and a half miles and doing an ab work-out. I don't do the same routine everyday because it has great results; I do it out of habit.

My social life involves seeing my boyfriend daily and eating lunch or dinner in the residential dining facility with former roommate/friend. Thrilling, I know. On a rare occasion I go to a party, maybe bi-monthly. I'll admit that I don't put much effort forth in regard to my social life because I'm always exhausted and don't have the time.

Recreational activities are almost non-existent. Once-upon a time during the summer, my boyfriend and I used to go on biking and photography excursions. Not anymore. This is again due to my lack of free time.

I have a laundry list of things I want or wanted to do.

I want to go to the Life on Mars exhibit at the Carnegie Museum of Art, I wanted to take pictures of the leaves before they turned brown, I wanted to work on my bicycle and go camping before it got too cold, I want to go to more shows, and I want to do more service projects.

I hope I can fulfill some of these wants before these activities and opportunities are no longer available.

Life on Mars Exhibition.

Concert Schedule.