Chapter 2

I just returned from my trip to upstate New York. Normally my family's annual camping trip is a source of pleasure. Unfortunately, this trip went slightly different. the first day into the trip I went on a college tour. I love college tours. I'm fairly good at them. I'm good at the schmoozing thing. The tour went great and I thought the school would be a great fit for me. Then I got back to camp and began talking with the others. The way they talked about their college days and their lives now, was like glass shattering. The only thing they could talk about was how scarce jobs are, and how they wish they had known then what they know now so that they could pick better majors. And the rants! They went on an hour long rant about the ridiculousness of flimsy majors and about all the kids who think that they are going to do well but end up falling flat on their face because they didn't pick a good enough major. As a former Anthropology major, I went white as a ghost. Now, I know that I'm still in high school and I "have plenty of time to figure our the rest of my life". But let's be honest here people. What you do in college sets a course for the rest of your life! I need to know my major in order to pick the right college to get a good job. So basically, the time is now. I thought I had everything planned out. I was going to be an anthro major then continue on to work at a museum. But now, after listening to Lynde and Kursten talk about the job market and all their friends who are miserably failing... I'm starting to reconsider. I love Anthropology and Museum Studies, but I'm afraid that the job market isn't going to be big enough and I'm going to end up working at Gymboree for the rest of my life. I've been re-watching old television shows lately which has really brought out my inner child (I'm aware of the cliche but just go with it). Little me always wanted to be a journalist. I've wanted to be a journalist since I was eight years old. The only reason I switched to anthro was because I was afraid that I'm not going to be good enough. I'm not confident enough to interview and search for the cold, hard truth. Now I'm starting to reconsider. The job market is considerably better for journalists than museum curators. Not only would it be a great life opportunity but I would also be fulfilling the needs of my inner child. Plus , my greatest strength as a student would be my writing ability AND my research ability- the two most important components of being a journalist. I'm not sure though. The two ideas are standing on opposite sides of my brain having an epic duel. I feel like I'm split completely in half and I don't really know what to do.