a good day for public health

sometimes there are good days and bad days for certain majors i'm entertaining. today in french class (of all things) we discussed le tele and whether it's good or bad for les enfants. apparently i had a lot to say. yes, i had a lot to say. this is one of the moments when most would flippantly say "that's another story for another time" and move right along, but no, i'm going to say what it is that most would save for later.

although i adore my paris classes, i miss real academics; i miss real studying, (silly, i'll be eating those words) but i miss writing. i miss putting together lovely little words and creating some masterpiece of alliterations and analogies and allegories. and in pondering such inclinations as these, i've wondered how this hankering can factor its way into my future life.

while pondering the inimitable question of my future, and in cosidering a career in writing, a wise friend of mine offered that it was her impression that to be a writer, one must have something to say. logical at least. but because i could never really answer the question of whether i had something to say or not, i discounted the subject entirely.

but perhaps, there is something (or perhaps things) that i have to say.

anyway, i was thinking about public health, and it seemed viable, but we'll see.