Concrete

I've finally decided what I want to do for the rest of my life.

The assurance is comforting.

This past Thursday in Forensic Psychology, my class watched a documentary (an old episode of PBS's Nova) on the mind of a serial killer. I can't be too sure whether it was the eloquence of the doctors interviewed on the show or the fact that it was Captain Jean-Luc Picard narrating stories about homicidal psychopaths and prostitute evisceration, but something about that film sparked my attention. I'm not sure how my life will change now that I have a discernible goal to plan out and strive toward, but I'm more than willing to spend a little more than decade of my life working for it.

If all goes well, I'll be a full-fledged lawyer and forensic psychiatrist before I'm 35.

(Thanks, Patrick Stewart! Is there anything you can't do?)