When I find myself second guessing my “career choice,” I softly remind myself that my years at school are but suggestive interfaces to help me find a passion that truly sets my house ablaze. I have not settled yet on anything.
I have decided that the method of journalism instruction is being outdated by the moment. I’m being taught from a model that will not exist in two years. It would probably benefit me more to run around the blogsphere than to attend certain lectures
Blunder! Blunder!
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April 1, 2009 at 4:43 pm
matt
and you know, you could always end up teaching high school math. that’s what my writing degree has done for me, anyways. it’s all just a process.
April 3, 2009 at 9:38 am
(S)wine
…and also, aside from the “Journalism model” issue of which you write…what passes for “journalism” nowadays is such utter rubbish, that you’d be better off branching in some other direction anyway.
April 5, 2009 at 9:58 am
reno rambler
I suppose it is worth noting that there is not such thing as a “career choice.” Only ChoiceS.
And, fwiw, as an English teacher, I know I’ll never be a great writer (ok or better than average is probably all I can hope for) but I can be a great teacher. At least I have the potential. I think that is just as worthy a goal to aspire to. And I get the direct feedback/response almost everyday when I teach. It also took me several career choices to figure out that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing.
It’s about the journey, right? As Tom Waits says, “we’re all going to be just dirt in the ground.”