I've been waiting since the beginning of Winter Semester to see what classes I can take in summer and fall. Having to register for both summer and fall at the same time is something that annoys me to no end, but something else is annoying me even more today. For you see, I am suppose to graduate in 2010, and currently there are NO COMMUNICATION class that I can take. This poses a problem for you see I was planning to take at least 6 summer credits so I could make it to that glorious finish line. Now I have no idea what I'm going to be able to take. All I need now is comm class and one credit of french. What do you do when your school doesn't offer what you need to graduate? Hopefully the classes released today are only preliminary and more courses will be added. If not, I have no idea what I'm going to do. Study abroad? Graduate in 2011 (at the embarrassing late stage age of 24)? I don't know.
Not that I am looking forward to entering the great big world with nothing but a paltry communications degree under my belt. Today the Rocky Mountain New closed it's doors forever. Everyone is talking about the death of journalism. I read a six page article about how screwed the industry is in The New Republic today. Six pages? you say. Surely there must have been graphics, pictures and graphs to eat up so much space. The was none. It was six straight pages, four columns to a page, about how stupid it is to try and get into journalism right now. Horrah! I am need to start looking into plan B: Library School.
So it was a depressing day. Not just because the lovely thunderstorms turned back into snow. The only bright spot of the week is that this is spring break. Which really means nothing to me because I have to work at school Monday and Friday and I'm working at the Station on Tuesday. I am currently trying to get a editorial position on the paper, but things look bleak.
I just feel like I'm working so hard for nothing. It doesn't even look like I'll be getting a degree any time soon. Funny, the week started out so hopefully.
