I have this ongoing joke, mostly with Gina and Rabi, that i majored in Communications to avoid doing anything difficult in college. In their sciences, Chemistry and Astronomy respectively, they pretty much have to work until they either reach a finite provable conclusion or a quantifiable amount of knowledge. I just have to work until i feel finished … with the generally correct assumption that my professor will be happy with anything that i declare to be my best effort.
Well, the joke certainly was funny while it lasted.
While i’m not going to compare my trials and tribulations to the multiple hour chemistry lab Gina has on Saturday mornings, the thesis Rabi has undoubtedly mulled over within the last thirty minutes, or the courseload of a Journalism major at an Ivy League school, this semester is shaping up to be the most challenging i’ve ever undertaken in every aspect — in quantity, content, scheduling, and resources. I have six full credit classes in addition to a single credit of choir, whatever other extracurricular activities i get entangled in, working all of my free nine-to-five hours in Admissions, and all of my typical personal commitments like writing songs and having a girlfriend. I know other people do this all the time (again, i’ll invoke Rabi and anyone who does theatre and works part time at a tier one school), but for me it’s an entirely new challenge … presented, almost shockingly, for the first time during my 21st year. And, surprisingly, i am entirely up for it.