The Never-Ending March of the Majors

To be honest, it's been awhile since I've thought about college. A few months, at least, and although I am still anxious to get going in this field in my life, I am equally anxious about having an end in sight. My official major at UVU has shifted four times now, racking me up a nice student debt of $12. First Polical Science, then History, then Visual Art, then English. Each one of these are still on the list of potentials... except PoliSci. I'm just too violent in debates.

Then I was accepted to my dream school, Sarah Lawrence. I was also accepted into their prestigious Writing School, which only 8% of applicants are accepted to. Duhhhhhh... Hasn't seemed to change a thing.

I get it. The world is my oyster, that oyster is at my fingertips, blah blah blah... What I don't understand is how to tune all that shit out and just make a decision based on WHAT I WANT. And every day it seems to be different. There are a few consistencies:

ENGLISH. I'm good at English. I literally could sneeze and an essay on Steinbeck would appear. I read like a freak anyway, so why not put that towards a major? I'll tell you why. Because (and forgive me for tooting my own horn on my weblog) I know I would get bored. Studying The Old Man and the Sea, AGAIN. Hearing sexist remarks about Virginia Woolf by an idiot professor, AGAIN. Giggling to myself while the teacher tries to ignore the blatant sexual innuendos of Shakespeare, AGAIN. That would be my four years working towards English.

WRITING. I'm hesitant about this major, honestly, for the same reason I would never do a music major. Writing's an art to me. It's like breathing--necessary to sustain my life. And I recognize and respect that each writer has a specific voice--all of them significant to the world library of literature. I take it personally when my music (whether original or not) is critiqued. Imagine if my professor told me my carefully worded limericks would be better in free verse. WTF?!

BIOLOGY. Yeah. You read me, biology. It's that subject in the back of my mind that keeps calling, hey, nerd, study me, study me... And I do. I love biology, which is kind of weird. There isn't much experimentation in biology--not like chemistry or physics (which I'm horrible at), which means I have to be creative in finding ways to be creative. (Whoa, I totally just blew my own mind.) I'd love to study marine biology eventually, specifically, um, SHARKS! But really, any biology--genetics, evolution, DNA, atoms, cells, animal classification... I love it all.

HISTORY. History, to me, is very similar to English. There's a bunch of stories (things that may or may not have factually happened the way they're reported, but they're stories nonetheless), and I would have to know them, read about them, develop opinions about them, and write about them. It's like real mythology. I had this amazing history teacher in high school that I requested all three years, because he was honestly the best teacher I'd ever had. He turned me on to knowing all the "facts of history", a.k.a. the versions of the truth that the world agrees on.

So, that's the end of this college rant. Really, what I should do is just get started, taking whatever the hell classes I care to take. Then let my major take care of itself. (But no math.)