Only a little more to go

'Two more weeks, two more weeks' is what echos in my head every day now that we only have a couple more weeks to endure. The stress is on, and the notecards begin to pile with definitions on them to remember for one test that I more than likely won't remember in the next few years. 

School will be school though, this is what I signed up for. I wish there was a sort of more hands on experience, especially for photojournalism. Having a field trip or something where we go out and collect images and bring them back and see what we can improve would be neat, but sad to say I don't think that will happen. It is times like this that I consider thinking about going into teaching. Obviously college level because children and I are like oil and water, we just don't mix well. 

Two more weeks and I will be in my senior year at Ball State. Whenever people mention graduation it is usually followed with, 'I still don't know what to do.' Yeah, that is scary. We were never treated like adults in high school and by the end of it we had to know what we wanted to do with the rest of our lives. Now at the end of our college career we are in debt with no jobs to be found, while the older generations think we are a bunch of lazy moochers. Pretty much a lose, lose situation. 

I like to think I am not in that situation. Yeah, I'm in debt but who isn't? At least I will be doing something I love with more more information to put together great stories that hopefully other people want to know about. I feel bad for people who still don't know what they want to do and are in the same year as myself because I love what I do so much and I wish others would follow what they want to do, other than why they think they should do. 

But I am ready for this next upcoming year, my last year of college, because I know as soon as I pick up my diploma we are hitting the road to a better place where stories are endless.