"I know that feeling, I think," Therese says, nodding slowly. "I always... liked taking pictures, and I like what I do, but I've never known what I want or where I'm headed, either, besides that." She isn't sure what's responsible for that, if it's her age or what her life has been or just who she is. Sometimes she thinks she'll always be a mess of uncertainty and indecision. Maybe it's a little easier to deal with the possibility when she acknowledges it herself.

"Do you have to decide what you're majoring in yet, or do you have some time?"