So, I just completed my first year of community college in an Associates program for Human Services. Cool. I just found out tonight actually that I obtained a 4.0 GPA for both semesters. Also cool. I guess doing well in school is easier when you actually care about the stuff they teach you, and now I do, for the most part. I love learning about people and how we interact and communicate and how we can learn and grow from one another. Y'know, all that shit.
That being said, you know what I don't care about? Physical sciences. They are just so permanent, so black and white, so cold. So, me being me and not knowing how to foster my own development, when my advisor sat me down and made me chose a lab science last semester, I chose Astronomy. I'm serious. I had the option of biology. I loved biology in high school! But, I heard astronomy was easy and I thought I would end up appreciating it (or something).
Boy, was I wrong. I marched into the first lecture the first day (still riding out my caffeine/adderall-induced half lucid stupor), ready to learn about constellations, capricorns and Copernicus. Instead, I was greeted by the likes of arc-minutes, Chandrasekhars, and electron degeneracy pressures. Astronomy is a completely different thing than astrology.
So, as the semester dragged on and the lectures became longer and somehow more stodgy, I realized that it wasn't the class that was miserable, it was me. Somewhere along the way, I messed this up. Looking around at my classmates every class, I could see that they were genuinely interested in what the professor had to say. It was really inspiring to watch. And that was my problem: I truly had no interest in astronomy. I never did and now I know for sure that I never will. This is what made the class so hard for me! I was having so much trouble grasping what my professor was so fervently proclaiming because my brain was genuinely filtering it out. I think in terms of people and how the decisions we make effect us here on earth. I am not scientific. I am a sensitive, curious, empathetic Human Service major who writes in a journal on the goddamn internet.
I still cannot fully wrap my head around how or why I didn't see the problem in choosing such a bleak class. It sounded interesting. On the bright side, I somehow ended up pulling it all together and totally killing my final presentation, which yielded an A for my final grade.
All in all, this whole experience has taught me to not take a course I have no interest in just because I want an easy A. While I did somehow make it out with an A, it was far from easy, and I know I would have had a much better time in a more human-oriented science class.
That being said, you know what I don't care about? Physical sciences. They are just so permanent, so black and white, so cold. So, me being me and not knowing how to foster my own development, when my advisor sat me down and made me chose a lab science last semester, I chose Astronomy. I'm serious. I had the option of biology. I loved biology in high school! But, I heard astronomy was easy and I thought I would end up appreciating it (or something).
Boy, was I wrong. I marched into the first lecture the first day (still riding out my caffeine/adderall-induced half lucid stupor), ready to learn about constellations, capricorns and Copernicus. Instead, I was greeted by the likes of arc-minutes, Chandrasekhars, and electron degeneracy pressures. Astronomy is a completely different thing than astrology.
So, as the semester dragged on and the lectures became longer and somehow more stodgy, I realized that it wasn't the class that was miserable, it was me. Somewhere along the way, I messed this up. Looking around at my classmates every class, I could see that they were genuinely interested in what the professor had to say. It was really inspiring to watch. And that was my problem: I truly had no interest in astronomy. I never did and now I know for sure that I never will. This is what made the class so hard for me! I was having so much trouble grasping what my professor was so fervently proclaiming because my brain was genuinely filtering it out. I think in terms of people and how the decisions we make effect us here on earth. I am not scientific. I am a sensitive, curious, empathetic Human Service major who writes in a journal on the goddamn internet.
I still cannot fully wrap my head around how or why I didn't see the problem in choosing such a bleak class. It sounded interesting. On the bright side, I somehow ended up pulling it all together and totally killing my final presentation, which yielded an A for my final grade.
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| Here's me about to present my final project. |
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