I'm a Canadian who recently graduated from the University of Toronto with a BA in Cinema Studies and Russian Language and Literature. This is a pretty good indicator of my passions. I live for movies. Forget Christmas - give me Oscar Night. Away with a marketable major - I'm choosing the one where I can watch movies all day, every day. Academically, I regret nothing.
However, the more immediate influence on my life is my time as a Russian student. I started out college wanting to learn a new language (at the time I spoke French, and have since added German and Hebrew). I hesitated between German and Russian for weeks, but when it came down to it the Russian class was more convenient for my schedule. This happy accident led to one of the best experiences of my life. I never had a dud professor in my four years in the department. Furthermore, the material was always engrossing, from the centuries-dead Patriarch of Whatchamacallit to that sardonic and brilliant master known as Nabokov. I watched endless Cheburashka, puzzled over Lenin's speeches in Russian, and of course made plans.
Right before school ended, I got my TESOL/TESL/TEFL/partridge in a pear tree certificate. As soon as it was complete, I began to look for jobs. My placement service said Russia was a no-go. I looked elsewhere. Within a day, I had an interview. Within another, I had a job. At the end of August, I will travel to Moscow to teach English to kids and teenagers. It's a daunting prospect, but on the other hand it is the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. Whatever happens, it will be the biggest adventure of my life. Check this blog to follow my life in Russia and anything else that life chooses to bring.
As for what happens after...um?