so it was about 7.15 a.m. this morning and i was staring out the bus window towards wal-mart when thunder and lightning struck my purple brain (it's purple if i say so.) and i just KNEW exactly why everything is sooo wrong and what i need to do to fix it.
maybe it was the lack of sleep (spent the night reading the bean trees by
barbara kingsolver. very yummie book. turtle.), or the lack of breakfast, but it made sense and now 9 hours later it is still here making sense so i must be on to something.
simplest way to put it - i don't think i should be majoring in english.
it sounds simple, but when you are more than half way through your fourth semester as an english student, saying that out loud can be very scary. it is even scarier when you realise how right it feels to say it. how good. how perfectly it makes sense.
it is even scarier when you realise you don't know what you want to switch to, only that it feels right to switch to.. something.
current contenders: psychology, sociology, women's studies (is that a major?). preferably all of them in some glorious mix with some media classes thrown into it all. oh i know. i'm so focused, aren't i?
once the thought was in there and running free, it didn't just settle for pinching my brain - it brought in waterslides and cotton candy and pony rides in there too to show what a great idea it was, and i think it's working.
i've pitched the idea to 4 people so far - the two most immediate responses were positive, from gene and jessica, which makes me extra happy because, well, they know me the best in real life right now. i told jessica the fields i'm pondering right now, and her response was "i can definately see you doing that." and the great thing is, so can i.
oh i'm not just being flaky. i've thought and thought and thought for hours now, and i found all these reasons that really tell me i might be on to something here, and the more i think of, the bigger the evidence pile grows that i really, really am not an english major.