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May. 17th, 2004 10:54 amI wish I could explain to you how fiercely I love my corner of the world, because then you would all move here, and I wouldn't have to travel about to see you. I love that we stucco everything mud colored. I love that we consider a wall a stunning architectural feature. I love that people's lives change based on rainfall. I love that our sense of age and history and human involvement in the environment is measured in tree size.
I'm having a bit of an educational crisis lately. We spent Saturday tooling around Albuquerque's north valley, which is the old, old part of town. A friend of the family is doing work as a Master Gardener for a CSA project, and it just seems like such extraordinarily good work. (CSA is community-supported agriculture, for those of you not plugged into the cutting edge of the organic hippie food movement. It's kind of brilliant on a lot of levels, but the amounts of food it creates are a bit daunting.) Between the stories of his children, people I shared a first grade classroom with, and the contingent, it seems like all the people I grew up with are off doing interesting things, whilst I am slogging away in school for reasons I can't really articulate. I'm handy with both a backhoe and a knitting needle, honestly, what am I doing in school? It isn't as if I'm enjoying myself.
So, the time has come for a change of major. Between study hours, lack of climbing, and finally admitting that being dyslexic might actually have an impact on my life, biochemistry looks less and less appealing. This switch might be as simple as getting a biology degree with a chemistry minor, it could be as involved as getting a degree in art. Perhaps I won’t go back to school at all come fall.
Brilliantly enough, I’ve set myself up for a summer’s worth of thinking, which has really got to be about the last thing I need.
I'm having a bit of an educational crisis lately. We spent Saturday tooling around Albuquerque's north valley, which is the old, old part of town. A friend of the family is doing work as a Master Gardener for a CSA project, and it just seems like such extraordinarily good work. (CSA is community-supported agriculture, for those of you not plugged into the cutting edge of the organic hippie food movement. It's kind of brilliant on a lot of levels, but the amounts of food it creates are a bit daunting.) Between the stories of his children, people I shared a first grade classroom with, and the contingent, it seems like all the people I grew up with are off doing interesting things, whilst I am slogging away in school for reasons I can't really articulate. I'm handy with both a backhoe and a knitting needle, honestly, what am I doing in school? It isn't as if I'm enjoying myself.
So, the time has come for a change of major. Between study hours, lack of climbing, and finally admitting that being dyslexic might actually have an impact on my life, biochemistry looks less and less appealing. This switch might be as simple as getting a biology degree with a chemistry minor, it could be as involved as getting a degree in art. Perhaps I won’t go back to school at all come fall.
Brilliantly enough, I’ve set myself up for a summer’s worth of thinking, which has really got to be about the last thing I need.