I don’t know why, exactly, but for some reason I thought that after my first year of uni I would have at least some idea of what I was actually going to do with the rest of my life. I thought I would just move straight through into the course I’d already chosen for myself, that I would take a wide range of different subjects, and naturally fall into something that I loved. Well, a year has passed and I still have no flaming idea what I’m doing with my life. More than that, I don’t even know what I want to do this year. When enrollment happened I just sort of picked a whole heap of classes at random and hoped for the best. Maybe I wouldn’t have to find my future. Maybe it would find me.

Looking back at my chosen classes, I really don’t know what in the world I thought I was doing. I have finance mixed in with conveyancing, agriculture with architecture. It’s a mess, pure and simple. People have been telling me pretty much non-stop that I need to play to my strengths, but what do you do when you’re mediocre at everything? I mean I’m not stand out good or bottom of the class bad so I haven’t been able to narrow down my list of options.

Maybe, instead of thinking about strengths vs weaknesses, I should think about practicality. I mean, is there anywhere to practice conveyancing in Mentone? Probably. Are there more than ten conveyancing companies? Probably not. Even though moving closer to the city would be great for a lot of reasons, it’s not something I really want to be doing right now. I love living here, I can’t see myself wanting to move in the foreseeable future.

The whole thing is just such a guessing game – it drives me up the wall. All I can really hope for is to luck out and end up somewhere half decent.