Shannon's Remix of Stacy's Narrative

I have great appreciation for the purpose of Stacy's narrative. I feel that I can truly relate to her and her stand point. I, for one, am in that "turning point" or "underdog" stage of life. As a nineteen year old in that stage, it is important for me to hold an optimistic mind set. However, that has recently been my most difficult challenge. I have approached that metaphorical "speed bump" that I frequently hear people refer to. During my senior year of high school, I decided to get a leg up in my college career and began taking dual enrollment courses. With those credits combined with the year I completed at UCF, and the courses at USF that I am currently taking, I will be into my Junior year by the end of this semester. Most would see that as a large accomplishment (especially with a G.P.A of 3.87), but I have yet to figure out what it is that I want to do.

I have not the slightest clue of what my next stage in life will be; I feel stuck. All those close to me are constantly telling me that I am supposed to feel that way at this age, but I cannot help but to feel extreme discomfort. Not to mention the agrivation that is provoked when they provide me with those words of "comfort". Unlike Stacy, the independence that I experienced when I went away to school was not that new to me. I had plenty of lee-way throughout high school, but I also bared much of the burden that comes with a split up family. If anything, I had much less responsibility at UCF than I did at home. The only thing I really had to worry about was my school work, and I did. The one way in which I began to find myself was in the action of having much more "me time". I used this new-found time on my hands constructively. I only had to do the grocery shopping for myself, instead of an entire family, I had the time to workout whenever I pleased, I still got to go out with my friends, and had plenty of time to study. Unfortunately, I still found a void in my life, and really was not happy in the city of Orlando. I missed my friends, family, and the beach more than I was enjoying myself. Well, being back in St. Pete, I find that I am exactly where I was a couple of years ago, just with more credits. I am back to working as a nanny, to grocery shopping for my dad, brother, and I, cleaning the house to earn my allowance, and am taking more credit hours than I ever have before (17 to be exact). Thus enters the feeling of being stuck.

I suppose the question that links this remix to Stacy's narrative is "What's next?". She once found herself asking that overwhelming question, that I am now dwelling on. I am choosing to take her advise and be an optimist and hope that the answer to that frightening question will eventually just come to me. As of now, it seems like that is my only option. I am currently pondering the fields of public relations, event planning, accounting, and marketing. Maybe the opportunity to mix some of these fields will be presented to me.