I don’t usually invest time in personal posts. I used to blog all the time on my now defunct LiveJournal about all my various personal problems and current bemoanings. I wanted to leave all that behind and have just essays and writings about the media and mediums in my life here. However, I have had this issue pressuring me lately and, having nowhere else to put it, decided I might as well post something.
That moment of insight, that moment of instant clarity always comes at the damnedest time. As I was sitting in my database class this afternoon, I realized a solution to a problem that has been on my mind for weeks. Should I stick with Computer Science or take a chance and switch over to English in the hopes that I might fair better there? Do you know what I came up with? Before I give you the answer, let me tell you what I found myself doing earlier to day.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, the solution to my problem was right in front of me. I can’t escape Computer Science. I find myself, on some unconscious level, thinking about how to solve code problems. Even when I was listening to a writting podcast today, I was still thinking of privilege systems and runtime sandboxes. Sure, I could switch to an English major. Sure, I might even do well there. But I would still think code. I would still dwell on how to solve some problem. I can stop myself from writting code. Easy. But how do I stop myself from thinking about code? I can’t.
Now that I’ve figured that out, I need to decide if it is worth it to pursue an English minor. I would like to solidify my ability to write in the form of some sort of official recognition. A minor shows that someone, somewhere says that I can write worth a damn. And that, if nothing else, is definitely worth something to me. Even if it means another year of college.