What do you want to be when you grow up?
That’s such a hard question to answer! But as I come across various jobs which appeal to me, I’ll write them down and then I’ll have something to say!
- Find a cure for the common cold
- Fireworks designer
- Graphic artist
- Computer programmer
- Cancer Researcher
- Forensic Scientist
- School Counselor
- Invent something amazing and never work, just be a stay-at-home mom or something
- Before I figure out what I want to be…I know where I want to GO! Stanford!
- An Engineer (goes with the “invent something” plan)
The above is an ongoing list I’ve had for quite some time, roughly in chronological order. Fireworks designer still sounds awesome. I’ve always dreamed of seeing Gandalf-like fireworks in our night sky. Continue reading
This is not the last you’ll hear of this. In fact, I’ve mentioned it several times, most notably in my post moaning about having second thoughts regarding my course of study.
I’m an English Grammar/Composition/Literature type of girl. I’m a fan of foreign languages. I dabble in art.
I’m an engineering major.
Weird, right? I’ve always thought so. It was actually literature, not science, that inspired me to go into engineering in the first place: Ayn Rand’s description of the geniuses who secretly run things, the engineers who are the true movers and shakers of the world.
I’m not a fan of Objectivism by any means, but Rand’s words stuck with me. I wanted to be one of those geniuses. So I declared the major and figured I’d see how it went.
Taking calculus and physics and chemistry was fine (if occasionally torturous), but I never felt the same passion I’d felt when I read Atlas Shrugged. Part of the problem was that my program is dual degree (3 years at one school for a BA, 2 years at another for a BS in mechanical engineering), which means no actual engineering classes until this upcoming fall. But I was still nursing a hunch that for me to be truly passionate about a class, it needed to be words-based, where I could logic it all out with reading and writing. English. Foreign language. Philosophy. History, sometimes. Politics, maybe.
Thinking in words is easy. Thinking in math is hard. I’m learning, slowly, but I can only think in algebra at best. Thinking in calculus is still beyond me. I’m about to transition from a small liberal arts college to a university with real engineering classes, and it occurs to me that this might be the point where my lack of passion leaves me dead in the water.
Luckily, just the other day, I found a goal. Continue reading
If you say he’s a guy who is not often sad,
If you say he is usually slow to get mad,
If you say that he can overreact just a tad,
Well, then I wouldn’t be sure. But…
If you say his personality’s totally rad,
If you say all his jokes are a little bit bad,
If you say he’s the best father the world’s ever had,
Then I’d know. You’re talking about my dad.
I am so lucky to have such a cool dad as you. While being a stressed-out surgeon, you’ve still managed to be there for me — not just to watch softball games and choir concerts, but also to hit extra fly balls and pluck out the song’s melody on the piano. You work 12-hour days (and that’s when you’re not on call) and yet you still do the dishes and crack your infamous “dad” jokes. You had all the skills to go through medical school and become a great orthopedist, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t learn to cook, bake, play the guitar, sing, and be a handyman too.
As a college student halfway through my program, I’m terrified by the idea of dedicating my life to a single career path. You’re living proof that being excellent in a profession doesn’t mean leaving behind family or enjoying other hobbies and talents as well. The love and kindness you show to your family on a daily basis, and your dedication to the church, are an inspiration to me and I hope I can follow your example.
I love you so much, Wad. I can’t wait to see you — only a couple more weeks!
Lots of love and hugs,
Photos from http://www.buzzfeed.com/daves4/the-25-absolute-greatest-dad-jokes-of-all-time/
I know, I know. We all do it. I’ve already done it more times than I can remember. But this time it’s different, I swear.
I’m in college, halfway through my engineering program, and all of the sudden it comes to me in a flash of insight from heaven above: I’m in the wrong major. Continue reading