The better days are gone, and now I have become a senior. Exactly, I am about to be graduating. People often asked me, "What will you do?", and I answered "I'd like to become a Convention Meeting Planner! I'd love to be a Planner!" But the point is that I am not sure about my decision. During university life, I was immature. In my freshman year, I had my first boyfriend. I spent all my time with him. In my sophomore year, I focused on my department studying and events.(In my department, we have some occasions, so I should attend them and set up those plans) I wasn’t absorbed in spending time on self-discovery. At that time nobody told me about it-not my parents, my friends, professor, no one. But ignorance excuses no man. And going back to the present of my senior life, I am behaving like a chicken. Not facing the reality -a lackluster labor market- I’ve been trying to seek refuge. I am an idealist. But that ideal hasn’t been from thinking deeply. I have woken up to the stern realities of life.

Thanks to one's straight-talking, I have been convinced of the actual situation and I know my weakness. I was stunned and frustrated, but finally I found the answer: there are no answers and take time. I am seeking what I really want to be. By some pretext or another, I was neglecting to consider it. I used to disregard it. Also we need one thing: continuos enthusiam. Enthusiam makes people dream. It is energy itself; however, it is usually for a short time. We set up a plan, but after one month, we often don't keep to it.

Until now I am still wavering. I’m exploring what is right, what choice is best for me. I really wonder what I will do in 10 years. I will be satisfied with my life in 10 years? I hope I will read my article with a smile.