silva rerum

Till crash ! the cruel coulter past

It dawns on me that my under­gradu­ate career is fast approach­ing its day of reck­on­ing, whether or not I’ve decided on a suit­able course of action after­wards. I’m in the two majors I decided upon in first year, won­der­ing what the options are from here.

I enjoy being in sci­ence. It makes me feel alive; it’s cutting-​edge and logical. Things change before my eyes, new dis­cov­er­ies, new break­throughs, made every day. It’s so excit­ing and glam­or­ous. But real sci­ence, as I have been told, is not so glam­or­ous. It’s dif­fi­cult and ardu­ous; Sisyphus has a bet­ter chance of com­plet­ing his task than sci­ent­ists do solv­ing the world’s pleth­ora of problems.

English delights me. It puts me at ease, it soothes me. Anytime I find myself in trouble, I need only a strong cup of tea and a good book to assuage my wor­ries away. I love talk­ing about English. I am only dis­ap­poin­ted I can’t take any courses in lin­guist­ics or lex­ico­graphy. Words, words words, as Hamlet calls them, are my lifeblood.

I’m just try­ing to plough through everything right now. I lit my candle at both ends and now it only delights my friends and foes, not me.

Oh, and I wish I had time to take pho­to­graphs. Maybe I’ll go on a winter adven­ture somewhere?

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