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My mind feels like it's a fish out of water: flopping around stupidly and desperate for air. I wish I could submerge it into some cleansing liquid; soak it up with thick knowledge and bubbles of wisdom.
I need some intellectual stimulation. It's one of the reasons I miss college. Working at a retail store makes me feel like an airhead.
But I still don't know what I'm doing with my life. I mean, I am a literature major. I decided that the second to last week of the spring semester. The intro to Shakespeare class I partook in happened to increase my appreciation for all literary works. I marched over to one of the lit advisors and informed her of my decision. She welcomed me aboard kindly, but I couldn't feel any real enthusiasm; just relief.
Everyone always asks what I plan to do with that kind of degree.
You want to be a writer? An English teacher? An editor?
I don't fucking know.
I chose it because a. I like to read and b. I'm decent at analyzing prose and poems. I have no high aspirations for myself. I don't have grand dreams of being a best-selling novelist or becoming an amiable English professor. It's just when people are constantly reminding you that you have to decide the rest of your life right now, you kind of just make a rational--not entirely ardent--decision.
I hope it works out.
I need some intellectual stimulation. It's one of the reasons I miss college. Working at a retail store makes me feel like an airhead.
But I still don't know what I'm doing with my life. I mean, I am a literature major. I decided that the second to last week of the spring semester. The intro to Shakespeare class I partook in happened to increase my appreciation for all literary works. I marched over to one of the lit advisors and informed her of my decision. She welcomed me aboard kindly, but I couldn't feel any real enthusiasm; just relief.
Everyone always asks what I plan to do with that kind of degree.
You want to be a writer? An English teacher? An editor?
I don't fucking know.
I chose it because a. I like to read and b. I'm decent at analyzing prose and poems. I have no high aspirations for myself. I don't have grand dreams of being a best-selling novelist or becoming an amiable English professor. It's just when people are constantly reminding you that you have to decide the rest of your life right now, you kind of just make a rational--not entirely ardent--decision.
I hope it works out.