heARTS and conSCIENCE

My major project for the last few days was to read through all of the courses listed under every single major Temple offers and make a list of the classes I want to take. It eventually came out to be 10 pages long, two columns, in 10 pt. font... There are so many things I want to minor in, but nothing appealing for a long-term immersion. While it looks like I'll be continuing with Calc II next semester, I don't believe I have "the math brain." Right now, the minors I'm most interested in are:

Biology (which I'll probably be declaring Monday morning at 8:30)
Art History
Sociology
Urban Studies
Information Systems & Technology

What the hell am I going to do with myself? Another, littler project was to more concretely define what I want in a future job. I only came up with 4 careers that would definitely offer a majority of my listed benefits.

Curator of a Museum of Natural Science (Franklin Institute! Sky bike!)
Professor, so I could take classes forever for free
Jeopardy! card writer (puns + trivia!)
Editor of a scientific journal or magazine (though magazines are dying)

I simply don't know. I simply don't.
Not to mention still considering law school as the "fuck it" option.

In Programming class, I put my computer to sleep to take a bathroom break. When I got back, I almost typed in my password.java. It was bad.

Collage

Dan G. has been writing short stories and poetry that collectively sum up existence of the suburbs. During math, I contemplated what I would write out to make a similar collection of my college experiences. The following is everything I wrote on the page.

thick bodied painted on dress
painted on face

unrequited love of math
deceiving myself
passive aggressive retaliation
for abandoning me every night
em{me

I am in fatuous infatuation

college is the first time I'm alive
so was my first kiss here my first kiss alive

subway
aeroway
arrowway

cornrows for Christmas

tan + blonde + fuck me heels

sexy changing new painful
he was changing in the bathroom

considering tattoos

high school to college
not call teacher
there's no obligation to teach

going to the play alone
michael jackson sing along

solo puedo escribir las lineas [broken]

sassy is the new black

Sweet Caroline (so hood! so hood! so hood!)

clothesline homesick

What I Desire vs. Logically Want

I'm a silly 18 year old girl who has nothing productive to show for her life.
I've only traveled to states that border the Atlantic.
I have no idea what I want for my life,
and yet I think I have my priorities in order.

Wait it out. Don't hope.