Everyone has “A Plan.”

A plan that consists of the things one will do after he or she graduates.

My plan has changed many times and to many different places.

Plan No. 1 was to be a sports broadcaster and move as far north as New York City or Bristol, Conn., if I happened to get lucky enough and land a job with ESPN.

My reason for letting that plan go kaput was that I enjoyed sports too much to make it a job, but I was still very interested in moving to a big city.

Plan No. 2 changed cities and jobs. The city was St. Louis and the job was writing for a magazine.

I applied for an internship at St. Louis Magazine this past summer and was let down gently after three months of anticipation and a dozen “Why haven’t I heard anything from you guys yet?” e-mails.

I may have not handled that situation with the most subtlety, but you live and learn.

I went to St. Louis anyway, despite my not getting the position, and visited my Dad, step-mother and step-brother for a three-month vacation.

I had fun, visited with family I only usually see once or twice a year and pretty much had an OK time.

I guess what I am trying to say is that, sadly, St. Louis just didn’t do it for me. I mean, I loved downtown, I love the Cards, but there was just something missing.

My present plan, Plan No. 3, consists of the same job, but a different city.

It’s only fours hours farther north than I had previously anticipated, but I think Chicago is the plan as of late.

I have only visited the Windy City once, but I think it has great potential and I have heard nothing but great things about it.

I even went as far as checking out some Chicago-based publications and am hopefully going to be sending in a resume soon for either an internship or possible employment.

I’m not sure why I think I could possibly get an internship, let alone a job, in a bigger city than the one I had previously applied for. 

I guess it’s just the relentless optimist in me that’s saying everything is going to workout; and as you can tell, my plan has changed many times and I have been discouraged each time it has changed, but not to the point where I would give up.

So I guess what I am trying to say is that if your plan changes, don’t fret. 

Ideas change, people change, hair color changes … but this is your life and you have plenty of time to live it.

I suppose I will end this “Deep Thoughts” by Jack Handey-esque column with some wise words from The Rolling Stones: “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes … you just might find, you get what you need.”

Thank you, Ruston, good night!

 

Erin Bass is a senior journalism major from Bossier City and serves as associate managing editor for The Tech Talk. E-mail comments to emb023@latech.edu.