Decisions, Decisions...

Life's chock-full of them.

Current one: graduate college in three years with one major, or four years with two majors?
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Three-Year Track Pros:

• Saves quite a bit of money; a whole year less of tuition, room/board, and fees.
• It's faster (obviously). I could "get on with my life" sooner, if you will.
• It's what I've planned on doing for quite a while now.

Three-Year Track Cons:

• I still have no clue what I want to do with my life, so why the hurry to graduate from college?
• I may not get the full college experience. My parents have repeatedly told me not to hurry college, because I might be passing up opportunities, growing experiences, and good times with friends.

Four-Year Track Pros:

• I'd graduate with two majors, which would make me more "marketable," or so I've been told.
• I'd supposedly get the full four-year college experience.
• With the extra year, it's more possible that I might learn more about what I want to do with my life.

Four-Year Track Cons:

• To quote Luke Skywalker when his uncle wants him to stay for the harvest, "But it's a whole 'nother year!"
• It's a whole 'nother year to be indebted by tuition, room/board, and fees.
• I don't really know what the second major would be. Maybe Sociology or German (random, I know).
  

I just don't know.

With the current economic climate, it'd be a good thing to have two degrees, and in turn, more options, but now that I've planned on graduating in three years for so long, I feel really claustrophobic at the thought of staying an additional year. My parents have encouraged me time and time again to not rush college because they had such a great time. They made many lifelong friends and dated and married each other. I understand their sentiment.

However, I think my circumstances are different. I haven't admitted it to myself until recently, but to be quite honest, I'm not having the greatest experience here. College just hasn't been what I expected it to be. I haven't made any good friends. I don't have any quality girls clamoring to be my future wife. I enjoy my classes and my professors, but I don't feel like I'm learning a whole lot. I'm struggling to foresee how much more I will actually know when I graduate. What if I graduate to find that I spent like $100,000 just to learn that Dutch people settled New Amsterdam? I'm not trying to whine or complain or solicit sympathy. I'm just expressing my experience thus far.

Maybe I'm just being cynical. In 8th grade (barftastic year) history class, we had to keep a weekly journal of thoughts and opinions for Mrs. Ross. Once, as she handed my graded journal back, she told me in the most dead-serious tone possible, "You are too young to be that cynical." I don't remember what I had written about, and she had given me an A, but it what she said scared the heeby jeebies outta me. Here I am, six years later, and I'm still just as cynical, if not more. But that's besides the point.

I trust that God's got my future in His hands. I see his work, love, and forgiveness in my past. What's hardest for me is the present. I just don't know what to do here and now.

I need patience.