So, my friend suggested that I make this blog about my wishes and dreams because that's the title. I can roll with that for a while, but I don't know if it'll stick. Also, I had originally planned for this to be about one thing, but it kind of became two things combined, and I'll explain that.
BOSTON
That is the dream, as far as my dreams go. I really only have three, but the dream place to live is Boston. If I ever live there in an apartment/flat, I will copy the YouTuber Alex Day and call it the Dream Flat. Until then, it is just the dream. I didn't know I liked Boston until after I loved it. I went there on a family vacation, and I was high on patriotism because I'd been away from America for a month, so that's part of it probably. Also, my favorite musician lives 20 minutes away from Boston, and that was another thing. However, I like to believe that I love Boston for what it is without those things. I want to live there because I do. I figured out how to get around in four days (which is partially due to Costa Rica and having to get around there for a month while speaking Spanish.) I like the accents. I like the history. I prefer their subway system over New York's. I prefer their baseball team. I prefer Massachusetts over Texas. It just sounds prettier and looks prettier and IS PRETTIER. And so I dream of Boston.
The other part of this post is my plans for the future. Until last week my plans were (and still are) to write books. That was my only plan. I didn't want to have a real job. I don't like being told what to do. By anyone. I like to get up late and stay up later. Read what I want. Write what I want. Eat what I want. And do all of it when I want. I'm a very selfish person and not a probably candidate to contribute to the world's work force. However, Tuesday, I was thinking through my plans, and I came to the conclusion that if I did get a real job, the only thing I can think of that I wouldn't totally hate would be social work. So Thursday night, I looked up requirements in general - Grad school. Not a thing I'd been planning on, but maybe God was planning on it for me. (I'm not clear on that yet, but I'll explain.)
The first grad school I came to was Boston University. (Now you see how these relate.) And immediately I was like, "I'm going there!" The requirements are pretty simple. BA from an accredited 4 year college/university and a GPA of 3.0 or higher. I will have those things when I graduate. I'll have a psych degree (which is good for social work) and a Spanish degree (which is even better for actually getting hired). On top of that, I'll have Costa Rica on my transcript, which should be useful since being travelled is good.
The reason I think God might be setting this up is because of the honors thing. I was in OBU's honors program, but I got out when I added psych as a minor. Then, I changed psych and English, so I'm majoring in psych, and I'm done with English. Sometime last semester, I was reading a book for Abnormal Psychology about a man's experience with America's mental health system. Let me tell you that people need to rethink the way they see the mentally ill. I wanted to portray this in a book by making a high school girl a schizophrenic (which would be a rare case because usually it doesn't surface until later, like in your 20s). I want to tell the story from her point of view, her boyfriend's, her best friend's, and her brother's. I want to talk about religion and mental health, and the way people treat mentally ill people, and the way they see the world. It's a good idea. So, I told my supervisor at work, and she pushed me to talk to the head of the honor's program about getting back in and writing that for my thesis. I have done that. Right now I'm looking for a professor to do a directed study with on schizophrenia because I want to know everything I can to make it as realistic as possible. The honors program will be very useful for grad school. And having a finished book will be good for getting published.
But that's another dream.
Extraño a todos, mis amigos.
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