| | As long as I can recall, I have wandered aimlessly in the aisles of the Major Selection Superstore. It occurred to me early in my shopping experience that each field of study has its own merit, its own respective and admirable position in society. Each field, in essence, serves as checks and balances to the others, and together, all areas of studies form (part of) the conglomeration that is the 'human intelligible experience'. How does one, then, realizing the potentialities of all such majors, corner oneself into a singular field of study? How does one take her solid interest in an innumerable amount of fields and apply it in such a way that is satisfying?
I can't help but imagine an alternative: an existence where this wouldn't be an issue. Is it a luxury or an inconvenience, a distraction from essential living or a gift I've decidedly taken for granted? I'm so consumed in thinking about what I would like to study academically, that I'm not actually studying for the pursuit of my own interest in learning. How am I to know what I decide upon isn't out of convenience? How am I to know it's something I'd learn about on my own, regardless of the college setting? What seems to be the traditional goal for deciding a major is aligning it with some sort of career. In that sense, a course of study becomes a means to an end, and less of simply an end: the love of knowledge.
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| | Posted 11/30/2008 5:44 AM - 2 Views
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