Moving On
This Friday marks the end of high school, the beginning of summer and the beginning of freedom. The past year has been interesting, trying to figure out where I want to go, what I want to do, and where I want to (eventually) end up.
Right now what I want to do is a mixture of music production, web design, photography, marketing/advertising, and absolutely nothing. Clearly can’t have that last one.
In August it’s off to the University of Colorado for a semester and possibly more, but if not, I’ll be in Boston at Northeastern University starting in January ‘09. The unknown is fun. I’m ready.
Good luck with the future, Zack! Kick some serious ass in B-town once you get up here. I’ve been done with classes for about a month, because my school (perhaps unwisely) trusts seniors to manage their own time responsibly and get things done up until graduation, but officially speaking, next Sunday is the first day of the rest of my life. So I know the feeling. And it is good.
Might as well share my own plans. The first month of this summer I’ll mostly be chilling at home while I wrap up my research internship. After that, I might volunteer for the Obama campaign. I’d also like to get a job for a month or so just to have some cash on hand for pre-college shopping.
During my free time in the summer I need to keep up the solid gym regiment I’ve re-established over the last few weeks. I also need to work on my sax playing some more. Beyond that, some writing might be good. I’ve acknowledged that I’m not as good a writer as I’ve led myself to believe, and I’m treating less as an exercise in my own awesomeness and more as a skill, just like any other, that takes work and practice. That’s good, I think.
Next Fall it’s off to New Haven. I don’t know what residential college I’ll be in yet (I’ll find out soon, hopefully). I’m ridiculously excited for more reasons than I’m going to even try and explain here.
As for beyond, I have no fucking clue. I’ve always seen myself doing something very difficult, very hands-on, and as devoid of politics as possible. Most of my good friends want to do business or international relations. I absolutely could not handle it (not to mention I’d sabotage my own career by saying something dickish). I’d always kind of ruled out medicine because both my parents are doctors, but as I’ve learned a lot more over the past few months about what my dad does as a surgeon, it sounds pretty kickass, and right in line with my general desires for the future.
