Soo.

I've decided through less than extensive research and careful soul-searching that I want to be a political science and history major (double major? minor in political science?).

No, I don't know why this is hitting me as hard as it is. But today for some reason I realized how much I enjoy history no matter how boring the class is. Last year I had one of the world's most plain teachers for World History who had the exact same schedule every day for every class, the room smelled of moldy text books and sweat, the walls had wrestling posters and the TV had an OBSCENE amount of dust on it -- but somehow it was my favorite class of the day and I never missed it.

So I will now research what it's going to take to do such a thing, be a history teacher and whatever else...
Who would have know...

The photography career is going to take a backseat I think, I could never have changed the world to the degree as I want just being a photographer, so I'll be a teacher and slowly crawl my way through society.

I'll be the teacher who doesn't follow the dress code.
Who has thousands of cacti in her classroom for all the kiddies to snag their sweaters and backpack straps on, making them impossibly frayed and jagged.

I'll be the teacher who hates children but wants the future to be bright and wants to make sure they have the same opportunities she did. The same passion for such a boring subject that her teachers had in high school. I'm crazy, I know this, oh how I know this, but at least I've figured out something reasonable that I can do with the rest of my life.

Reasonable. Emy has found something reasonable to do with her life, hahh.

That is all.