I will be completely and 100% blunt. After much haranguing, debating and pursuing... I got into Journalism!
I got called into the guidance office at the end of fifth period, after the fairly easy second section of my Spanish final, and was told that I could be put into the class. My heart soared, little fireworks went off, and every other cliche about happiness came true. Of course, it didn't come without a price; I had to give up drama in lieu of being on the paper, which may mess with my schedule slightly over the next few years, but I know that it will be worth it in the end. I never really held out much hope for becoming an actress anyway, but there is just the slightest tinge of sadness that comes with cutting ties with another possible career, with leaving an untouched path untouched, unexplored, and forever mysterious.
But, I do know that sophomore year will be the year of discovery. This will be the year of deciding whether or not I wish to pursue writing as a career. It has never been something I have challenged before, my love of writing, but I need to experience it firsthand before I can determine if it is what I want to do for the rest of my life. However, I hold no doubt as to the fact that this is going to be an awesome year, and despite the temporary insanity that has gripped me as of late, I now can look forward to the year ahead knowing that it is going to be nothing short of amazing.
I can't wait.