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Rereading old college essays while going through grad application stuff.
God...I miss college. I miss learning about random shit, and thinking about random shit, and writing long intelligent professor-impressing discourses on random shit.
Everything I do from this point on is for keeps. It's all training for my future life, all very practical and relevant. And while that was the very element that was frustrating for me about all those non-psych classes, if there's one thing I truly regret about those 4 years it's not fully appreciating the mental exercise of that supposed "uselessness".
My Religion and Media Studies papers are engaging and an honest good read, and I can imagine anyone picking them up and finding them at least moderately interesting. I doubt anyone would find most of my psych papers nearly as much fun.
God...I miss college. I miss learning about random shit, and thinking about random shit, and writing long intelligent professor-impressing discourses on random shit.
Everything I do from this point on is for keeps. It's all training for my future life, all very practical and relevant. And while that was the very element that was frustrating for me about all those non-psych classes, if there's one thing I truly regret about those 4 years it's not fully appreciating the mental exercise of that supposed "uselessness".
My Religion and Media Studies papers are engaging and an honest good read, and I can imagine anyone picking them up and finding them at least moderately interesting. I doubt anyone would find most of my psych papers nearly as much fun.