“O me! O life! of the many questions of these recurring,”
Walt Whitman, O Me! O life!
Welcome everyone! It’s time to pull up with your Pumpkin Spiced lattes or Earl Grey tea (my personal preference), and try to follow my extremely burdened train of thought.
I’ve made a habit of relating my and my own problems to great quotes of literature, and I highly recommend it for all. I’m at the ripe old age of 18, and I feel as if this simple quote was written with me in mind. As a college freshman, I can hardly turn around without facing question after question about what I’m going to do with my life. “What’s your major?” “What do you want to do?” “Have you decided on a career yet?” I feel as if on my 18th birthday, the oven timer went off and the world expected me to done. Well, sorry to disappoint, but this pie is still cooking. Too many young adults are expected to have the explicit blueprints of their lives laid out and ready by the time they walk onto their first college campus, and it’s ridiculous. What I want to answer to those repetitive nagging questions is “Not a damn clue,” but I have a feeling my mother would find that most unladylike. The thing that I think most adults forget is that up until this point, we’ve been spoon-fed. Our entire educational history has been to laid out to reach goals that were not our own. We weren’t expected to discover our God-given path in life; we were to excel in each subject enough to pass a test! And now we’ve been given another goal: Create a life for yourself. Excuse me, but where is the study guide for this test? Oh wait, there’s not one (Not even in Walt Whitman’s works).
My truth is that I’ve come to college to figure out the answers to all those questions. In all honesty, I really don’t know who I am or who I want to be, but with the help of my not-so-affordable education, I hope to clear that up. As of right now, I’m an English Literature major, and that is just about all I know for sure, and I think that is completely okay. So, I’ve decided to map out a little piece of those blueprints everyday. I’m trying to worry less about how the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell, and simply try to tackle one semi-adult thing at a time starting with doctor’s appointments (which are actually really intimidating).
Remember that tidbit about me being an English Literature major? Well, that means my conscience cannot be free until I encourage you all to read Walt Whitman. Highly recommended!