When I grow up

I'm going into my fourth year here at USU and as I get closer to graduation the more I get asked about my future plans. First off, I don't think it's really anyone's business what my plans are. But usually I humor them by telling them something. Usually it's along the lines of me saying that I'm thinking about editing. Well I've only been in my editing class for a week and I already know that I don't think I'd enjoy it, at least not professionally.

All I want to do is be a librarian. I want to be surrounded by books and the Dewey Decimal system. I don't want to be a copy-editor. I don't want to layout magazines. I don't want to create/design websites. I just want to be... Marian the Librarian.

I feel like I'm only going through these classes to get a degree. I don't even really want to use the degree. I recognize that the skills I get will certainly be helpful to me as I go out into the world. I just hate when my professors say that when I'm an editor or when I'm a technical writer I'm going to do this or my boss in going to have me do that. Blah blah blah. I don't want to do that.

When I first started in the program I really thought that I would use the degree and get a job in that field. But as I've gone along I find that I don't really enjoy it. I do enjoy using Illustrator and Photoshop to create documents. And I enjoy creating documents. But to do it professionally... not so much. I want to write fiction. I think I'm good at that.

So in conclusion; I want to be a librarian and write my fiction. Is that too much to ask?

Rednecks

I was watching a show with my dad last night on the History channel. It was the most redneck show I think I've ever seen. It was about guys in Louisiana who hunt alligators. That should be all the explanation you need. They would talk and every heavily accented word they said just confirmed their Redneckiness.

You know that part in Napoleon Dynamite where that old farmer is talking when Napoleon goes to work at the chicken farm? Well imagine something similar to that. As my brother pointed out, they had a tendency to not finish their words.

Now, I have nothing against rednecks being that I'm practically half redneck myself, on my dad's side. It was just such an obvious display of redneck tendencies. Thank goodness I can tamp down those urges. Ha ha ha.