In high school, I did a lot of work to prepare to study cognitive psychology and learning in animals. It's fascinating, but when I got to school, I realized that to major in neuroscience, I had to take more science and math courses than I wanted to. I love the field, but I don't love the hardcore basics of what I NEED to get a degree in it. If I had gone to school somewhere else, I probably would've done it because of my love for the subject, and because there wouldn't have been anything to help me turn my hobby of seeing shows into something bigger. But being at liberal arts school and being in New York helped me figure out what I wanted to do other than that I'd love to sit in history classes all day long. So right now, I think I want to study American History (focus on the 20th Century) and theatre theory/arts criticism.
I always thought my parents would be like "that's nice, honey, but you need to do something more... legitimate." Thankfully, they weren't. Both my parents studied computer science. I just don't like being asked questions like that, because I wanted to put it away and be done. Ultimately, I know they just don't want to see me regret the choice, but... I don't want to think about it for now. Or maybe at all.
It's oddly coincidential.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 2/11/06 at 03:21 PM