When my editor wanted me to write out my 5-year plan for life, I began to fret a little.  To be quite honest, I don't have a 5-year plan.  Heck, I don't even have a year plan. I take things day by day, and asking me about my life in five years is comparable to asking me about my life in 50 years.

In five years, I will be 25. As to what will happen in my life over the next five years, I can only speculate.

This year, I'm working on getting an internship. I've begun the numerous applications, trying to get my name out there, and talking to professors. I hope I'll land one this summer that will open my eyes and finally make my future a little clearer.

As to what will happen in my life over the next five years, I can only speculate.Come hell or high water, next year I will graduate. However, what will follow has yet to appear in my crystal ball.

Graduate school is an option.  I've recently discovered that I enjoy media research. So, graduate school would allow me to develop the skills necessary for making tons of annoying, intrusive surveys. This is definitely a possibility.

I may go to law school. I believe that would be the answer to my father's every prayer. I'm pretty sure my dad has a "Harvard or Bust" shirt hidden in the depths of his closet just waiting to make a debut. God love him; he means well.

Then again, maybe I'll marry a rich man. I won't have to do anything except pop out a few kids and attend boring luncheons, but that doesn't sound like too much fun. I think I'll pass on that option.

There is the possibility I'll get offered a job right out of college. Oh please, let this be my path.  The chances are slim, but it could happen. There is the same slim chance of my going to Harvard, but my dad still hasn't given up hope.

I appear from a distance to have it all together.  I have the grades, experience, involvement, and a professional demeanor. Though, as you can see I'm just as clueless about my future as anyone else on campus.

I guess my next five years are in the hands of fate. If fate does nothing, I'll somehow make everything work out in the end.