I really miss school, particularly the academic part of it. Which has got me thinking seriously the past few days about grad school. Other than obviously God and my family and friends, the thing I love most in the world is languages. No question. Which has got me thinking that maybe I am supposed to spend my life working with languages. As much as I particularly love Spanish, I don’t know what I would do with an MA in Spanish other than teach, which I don’t want to.
And the more I think about it, I don’t want to teach English either. I don’t really think I’m cut out to be a teacher, and I’m not passionate about it.
Languages, however, I know I am passionate about. So I am looking at MAs in translation. The idea of translating documents in and out of English to other, beautiful languages as a career makes me want to scream with excitement and joy (if you were one of those people who cringed during every foreign language class you’ve ever taken, I’m sorry that I might be making you throw up right now).
We will see what God wants me to do. That is what matters most, of course, but I think realizing what I am good at and what I love is a big part of that. I am thankful that God is revealing little things to me that might lead to big things.