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.