Ok, so I got an internship. Whiiich is in Madrid. Which, true, is not Bolivia, but it's Madrid. Madrid where I lived as an exchange student in high school, Madrid where I got my accent, Madrid where I decided I loved Spanish. Catch: if I go, I don't get to see the WonderTwins this summer. Possibly not ever. And I do miss them, with their stupid faces and stupid jokes and stupid awesomeness.
Wow, when did I turn into a fifth-grader?
Maybe I can do the internship May-July...but then I still won't see them. Fuck. I've been waiting six fucking years to get back to Madrid, and if I do so, I'll be losing something huge. But if I go to Bolivia I lose the opportunity to actually get some journalism cred which I can use when applying to journalism school. Except I've almost decided that I want to be a college professor instead. But I love writing. But I love teaching. And I really love academia. Then again, I really love interviews - learning people's stories is the shit. (in a good way)
Why am I such a dipshit? What kind of idiot can't make up her mind between these two very simple choices she's been agonizing over for the past 8 years? Seriously, 8 years of saying "no, I love teaching. But wait, I love writing and I loved writing for the newspaper. But, hold on, teaching and learning is so fun! But, also, so is everything else!" Ohhh boy. I'm in for something.
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