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It's funny, this university thing. Normally I'm in a state of constant panic: thinking about how this, that, and the other are due; A, B, and C need to be read; Whatshisface has set a midterm next week, etc., etc., etc.

Then, yesterday, it all stopped. I found myself bored - yes, bored - for lack of work to do. I suppose it's because it's the week before Reading Week. Nonetheless, it is an interesting experience.

Today will be much the same - all I have to do is the tiniest bit of reading, and study for my E&M midterm. Even that's not so big a deal, since that midterm will only cover a bunch of mathematical hoopla that I learned last term in Calculus.

And, of course, the best thing about it all - tomorrow I leave for Boston! :::is full of warm, wriggly feelings::: My flight will be at 4:10, I'll arrive at about 5:30, and after that it will be a week of love, happiness, and relaxation. Sigh...

On a more serious note (or at least a less elated one), I've been giving my academic career some thought. The moment I found out I would have to repeat Quantum Mechanics, I knew it would be futile. I simply do not think I can do any better in it the second time around. I need to do something.
Right now my plan is to switch out of the Physics Specialist program at the end of this term. I'll change to a Math Major, with Minors in Physics, German, and Religion (or just Physics and German if they won't let me have four POSt's).

The problem is, what to do after that? I can't get into grad school for physics, and I don't particularly care for becoming a mathematician. I want to get a B.Sc, no doubt about that, but what to do after that?

I had a serious conversation with myself about this:
Vega 1: Vega, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Vega 2: A physicist.
Vega 1: Well, you can't do that. What else do you want to be when you grow up?
Vega 2: A writer.
Vega 1: You can't commit to anything longer than 10 lines. You can write poetry on the side of you want. But what else do you want to be when you grow up?
Vega 2: I want to fight for social justice.

I'm not quite sure what that means, though. After Reading Week, I plan to go to the Career Center and talk to them about it. I want to help people fight for their rights, and maybe I want to be a journalist to do it... but that's not a plan, and I need a plan.

Phew. Well, chew on that for a few days. I'll see you soon.