It makes me almost sad how much I have gotten done today simply because I didn't have to go to class or work. I've cleaned my whole apartment, gone to the bank, done research and come up with a thesis for my Wordsworth paper, and done two loads of laundry, and caught up on some internet reading. As much as I love school, honestly I dislike going to class so much because despite the information being engaging and the professors interesting and kind, I always feel like I should be DOING something. Class so often ends up being a matter of listening for an hour and fifteen minutes, or competing with other students to prove what we learned from homework the night before. It makes me sad I'm getting so cynical about school.
Maybe this feeling indicates what I've suspected all semester-- that after five and a half years of taking college courses in some capacity (I audited the same amount of courses as a full-time college student my last two years of high school, long story) and still having a year and a half to go is getting old. This feeling also confirms to me how I can't wait to get involved in whatever my future career will be, and that it will need to be something very engaging that leaves me with a sense of accomplishment and productivity at the end of the day. I feel fairly determined to be a college professor, and I think I'm suited to work in academia for a number of reasons, but that job has such long-term goals I sometimes wonder if I wouldn't be happier applying my writing skills to something with more short-term results. I love research and writing, and I'm good at it. What jobs need those skills, and what kind of a degree do I need to get them?

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