A little background...

This last year I was a freshman at Walla Walla University in College Place, WA.

About eight months ago I was sitting in my dorm room reviewing my results from a career test I took in our school Career Counseling Center. You see, I am still a declared "Undecided" major with absolutely no idea as to what I am going to do with my life. About half-way through the year the college sends out a letter in a panic to all students that have yet to decide what they are going to do with the rest of their life at the ripe age of 19 - or at least the students who admit to not being set on a major and are still "Undecided".

The Career Center gave me a 30 minute questionnaire digging deep into my personal likes and dislikes (such as my favorite time of day, weekend activities, and social situational preferences). They then match these answers to other professionals' answers to give you some idea of what you might enjoy. The results were as follows:

1. Attorney

2. Librarian

3. Minister

First, while I may be strong willed, I fear not being right. The mere fact that there is an official opposing side in law invites the possibility of another person having a better grip on reality than I, which means someone else might be victorious in any given scenario.

I therefore ruled out Attorney.

Second, while I am a devout introvert, I do not need any help nurturing this character trait (though I would make a fantastically alluring librarian).

I therefore ruled out Librarian.

Third, my father is a minister. The desire is already in me to lead a congregation and inspire change. But it was just too suspicious that this result was on my top three. After the complete hit-and-miss of the first two.

I have yet to rule out Minister.

As I was sitting in my room I knew I had go somewhere other than WWU. My options were:

1. France

2. Spain

I have taken Spanish two years in high school and with our ever evolving bilingual nation, this would be an obvious first choice. However, I spent the past year in college in an incredible French class with Jean-Paul. After a few moments of contemplation the choice was clear: Newbold College - 40 miles west of London. This may not seem to you as evident a decision as it seemed to me, but at the time it was clear. Admittedly it is rather irrational, but several thousand pounds and a nonrefundable plane ticket later - I am going.

I officially have 5 days (and 1 hour) until I leave.