I've been giving a lot of thought on my career plan lately. I'd LOVE to major in creative writing, but...it really gives me little wiggle room. I'm definitely going to pursue a career as an author, but it's time to be realistic. I might not sell well, or it may take me years to get published, or I may never get published at all. I need a steady source of income while I'm working on my novels. Unfortunately, there aren't many jobs you can get with a creative writing major, other than, of course, being a writer.
People have suggested being an English professor, but that requires a PhD in English, which I do not want. People have suggested being a high school English teacher, but I hate kids and it'd have to be an extremely mature and motivated class. Plus teaching at a high school level doesn't seem to pay very well. Being an editor or publisher sounds boring, and that requires business knowledge. I just don't know. I need to come up with a plan. I could minor in something else, maybe psychology, and find a career in that field while trying to get published. I really don't wanna gamble on my future.
My poetry is in full fruition. I write basically every evening, and I always feel accomplished, even if I only manage to craft a couple lines.
I texted Brittany and told her about an idea I had for the newspaper. Perfect excuse to text her. We talked about my idea after school for awhile, while walking to her locker. Just the two of us. I think that's the first time we've had a real conversation alone, without being surrounded by her fan club. It was lovely, but, as usual, still too short. I've also noticed that Brittany prefers face to face conversation to texting. She's very talkative through text, sending three-page responses, but the conversations themselves are woefully brief. She's not the kind of girl who exchanges 50 texts with one person as one long conversation. And I respect that.
According to my transcripts I have 21 high school credits. I could graduate early, but I won't. I have a 3.8 GPA, and my class ranking is 79 out of 494. I'm in the top 15th percentile, but for some reason that's not good enough. I want to be in the top 5th. I want a 4.0 GPA. Why am I not satisfied?
I flunked my Calculus test. It was a sample from an AP exam, which is really unfair to give as a chapter test. But that's not an excuse. I'll be retaking it after school tomorrow. Pisses me off.
My mom hasn't brought up my sexuality since I came out a week ago. I'm not sure if I should be worried or not. I'm not going to push anything on her. I guess if she has any questions, she can talk to me. I just hope she understands that one conversation about this isn't the end. It has to be an ongoing conversation.
I bought a couple boxes of chocolate from Wal Mart. Hey, it's on sale. Some of the chocolates are so weird. I didn't even know Roman nougat existed. Maple chocolate cream? How...fancy.
Wow this journal has absolutely no point to it. I just kinda felt like rambling about pointless things.