I'm reading this amazing book.  I've really been enjoying listening to the classic works, but when I went to the library on Monday, I couldn't find a classic that looked appealing.  Likewise, I was running out of time.  It takes 20 minutes to walk to the library and thereby 20 minutes to get back, leaving a far too brief 20 minute period for undertaking selection.  So I started with the first book in the top left hand corner, and I've decided to work my way through the entire collection.

This book is called "How I paid for College".  It's got a great subtitle and great main characters and it makes me smile to listen to it.  Our main character is entering senior year in high school, and I'm entering my quarterlife crisis so it's a good time for me to undertaking this bit of listening. 

Now, I'm not one for regrets.  I'm really a believer in not changing a thing, because I am an even bigger believer in "everything I did, lead me to where I am."  I like where I am, and so I'm not one for regrets.  It's hard not think about doing it all over again though.  Would I stay for spring semester of senior year?  Would I think about majoring in communications?  Would I go the other way and study in the city at UofArts.  That's one I've already regreted.  You never get your undergrad back, and I should know since I'm basically chasing it right now.  I had no idea those choice would lead me to this place.  I didn't take a single business course and I didn't do a lick of extra credit.  I never volunteered on campus and I didn't take on one single summer internship.  If I'd gone to UCLA I could have applied for the internship at ABC daytime and started my career where my heart was.

But I'm not one for regrets. And I'm not giving up the dream.  But not like Gatsby.  I'm going to find a way to make my dream reality instead of finding a way to make reality my dream.  It's a fine line, but I'm drawing it here in the sand (California after all).