Major Changes
Whew. It's been a tumultuous few weeks. Inside my head. And I know I've been a little absentee, but don't worry. I'm back, full force. Luckily most readers of this blog are also my good friends, so y'all pretty much know what's going on with me. Also, y'all know that I generally don't use the term 'y'all' unless I'm channeling The Bloggess. She's so funny, y'all.
Ok, here's the big news. You know how I got into Berkeley as an English major? Well...I'm going to switch it up. Pending a meeting with the department later today, I will be on my way to becoming a 'Peace & Conflict Studies' major. Whew. It's intense to say that.
I have thought of myself as a writer for so long, and, truth be told, that is what got my bootie back into school at all. But the kind of writing I love is the creative variety, and Cal doesn't offer creative writing as a major. 'No worries,' I thought to myself, 'I'll just major in English. Same thing, basically.' Well, it turns out that it's actually very different. And the English major at Cal is very different than the Creative Writing & Journalism major work that I did at Baruch, so I would be starting from scratch. Still wasn't something I couldn't get my big old head around.
But then I began investigating the classes I would be taking in the next two years. There was Chaucer, Milton, Willy Shakes...no classes on the labyrinthine mind of David Foster Wallace or how effed up Chuck Palahniuk really is. And no writing classes that apply as prereqs - basically half of my undergraduate course load.
And then there is this other part of my brain, I call it the 'Brent Schulkin Lobe,' that just wants to help the world be a better place. Yes, it's really that vague. I have no business plan for it, but I just want to make a positive impact on this big, beautiful world, and do what I can to improve the lives of people who need it. And I don't know exactly what I want to do, or how I want to do it, but it became clearer and clearer to me that majoring in English wasn't going to get me any closer. Not when there are prepubescent prostitutes in India and other human rights violations that make my stomach churn occurring every day.
So, now, here I am. Getting ready to change the direction I've planned for myself. I'm veering onto the exit ramp with seconds to spare. I'm jumping off the cliff without a bungee cord and I'm only pretty sure that the water below is deep enough.
I really hope this is the right choice. Wish me luck!
Plus, we all know that I am an awesome writer already. Pshaw.
Ok, here's the big news. You know how I got into Berkeley as an English major? Well...I'm going to switch it up. Pending a meeting with the department later today, I will be on my way to becoming a 'Peace & Conflict Studies' major. Whew. It's intense to say that.
I have thought of myself as a writer for so long, and, truth be told, that is what got my bootie back into school at all. But the kind of writing I love is the creative variety, and Cal doesn't offer creative writing as a major. 'No worries,' I thought to myself, 'I'll just major in English. Same thing, basically.' Well, it turns out that it's actually very different. And the English major at Cal is very different than the Creative Writing & Journalism major work that I did at Baruch, so I would be starting from scratch. Still wasn't something I couldn't get my big old head around.
But then I began investigating the classes I would be taking in the next two years. There was Chaucer, Milton, Willy Shakes...no classes on the labyrinthine mind of David Foster Wallace or how effed up Chuck Palahniuk really is. And no writing classes that apply as prereqs - basically half of my undergraduate course load.
And then there is this other part of my brain, I call it the 'Brent Schulkin Lobe,' that just wants to help the world be a better place. Yes, it's really that vague. I have no business plan for it, but I just want to make a positive impact on this big, beautiful world, and do what I can to improve the lives of people who need it. And I don't know exactly what I want to do, or how I want to do it, but it became clearer and clearer to me that majoring in English wasn't going to get me any closer. Not when there are prepubescent prostitutes in India and other human rights violations that make my stomach churn occurring every day.
So, now, here I am. Getting ready to change the direction I've planned for myself. I'm veering onto the exit ramp with seconds to spare. I'm jumping off the cliff without a bungee cord and I'm only pretty sure that the water below is deep enough.
I really hope this is the right choice. Wish me luck!
Plus, we all know that I am an awesome writer already. Pshaw.
posted by Melanie Kameko at
10:49 AM
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