1:45 p.m. - 03/06/03
never wanna do that stuff..
So, I've decided against becoming a physicist. Considering how little clue I have of what I want to do with my life, it's nice to have marked off that option. Seriously, though, yesterday's test did the opposite of rock my kneesocks. I've been preparing for a psych test (the evil one) this morning, and I feel so much more ready for it than I did that physics test. I'm going to kick ass on this psych test, which to me just confirms that the problem with physics is that it doesn't fit me, rather than that I'm not right for it. I love understanding it but find it hugely frustrating otherwise, and not having a teacher, those frustrating moments have increased with our progression through the textbook. I still appreciate the break from my other mindless classes, though. After having two history classes dismantle my gray matter brain cell by brain cell, it's nice to destroy them differently. History, in its insane simplicity, bores them to death, while physics makes them implode. I have yet to learn the physical property that causes this, but I understand it as truth.
Other things I'm aware I don't want to do with my life include:
-work anywhere that requires a cubicle
-write the Great American novel while holed up in an apartment or a cabin in the woods
-live in D!@#$%^
-teach math or history or gym
-in all likelihood, teach (traditionally) at all
-be sick
-be a therapist (sadly)
-do anything overly focused on math or science (unless it's a social science)
-rot due to boredom and disuse
-be alone
-be continually uncertain about what I want to do with my life
I've known how I wanted to spend the rest of my years since I was seven. I know that, generally, people my age are clueless (look how often they change their majors)...but I'm accustomed to understanding my purpose, and I don't like not knowing what it is. Bah.
Maybe I'll just go with that ever-so-feasible option where I take over the world...
chord, the gentle empress
And now, today for you...
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