I made two appointments: one with Catherine of career planning to discuss non-grad school options for next year, and one with personal counseling to discuss the many issues of my life.
This may sound small, but for me, this is quite a jump from where I was. For those who don't know or remember, the last year has been rough. I've fallen in love, rethought everything I want in life and still haven't come to any conclusions, gotten rejected from almost everything I tried, and had an overall identity crisis, all while fighting the usual school load, running a magazine, maintaining what became a long-distance relationship, and trying to have some semblance of a social life. Last semester in particular made me doubt everything I had ever thought about myself, my future, and what I really wanted with my life. Was I really good enough? Would I really succeed? Was this what I really wanted? What would I do after I got out? Would I be so invested in math that my writing or other interests would suffer?
I don't know. I just don't know.
I've been wandering aimlessly for nearly a year. It's time to fix that. And as long as I don't get sucked into corporate America in the process, I'll be good.