How’s that for a dramatic title? Apologies that this post is coming out later than usual – a cancelled morning class = leisurely shower + stretching for Emma. So basically I’m lazy, sorry.
In my English class on Wednesday, I had an epiphany. I was just sitting there, an average level of boredom, when my professor asked us about the significance of a certain character in the novel we are studying (My Year of Meats, if you’re curious!). And then, all of a sudden, I had an overwhelming sense of who freaking cares??
I used to adore English. The analysis of plot and characters was genuinely fun to me. And while I always have and always will love writing, that’s the only part of it that brings me joy anymore. Not the readings upon readings about theories and (quite honestly) total BS.
Even the Bachelor of Media Studies is not quite for me. I was really only hanging on to that for the journalism aspect of it, so that I would be able to work for fitness companies and do health journalism. I do love my one journalism class, but that is only available as graduate degree.
I’m transferring to kinesiology.
BOOM. The girl who hated science is now choosing to study it. And I know it’s going to be a hell of a lot of work. The biology and physics will
probably make me cry. Finals will be incredibly stressful. I will be out a fair bit of money as I make up the credits. But I will know that it will all be worth it in the end because I’m pursuing my true passion, not taking the easy way out. And thanks to The Great CompSci Sufferfest of 2014, I know I’ll succeed.
^ This is providing I am actually accepted into the faculty…
So there you have it! Maybe you care and maybe you don’t, but once I get into the actual kin portions of the degree (Versus biology) I’m sure this blog will become wonderfully geeked out with exercise science. You know you are excited!
Now please pray for me that I
a) Actually get in and
b) Don’t fail biomechanics
Does anyone have a similar experience?
I don’t need to take calculus…right???