I was supposed to be asleep an hour and a half ago, according to my strict self-imposed schedule, but I had to tell you this story of what happened today:
This afternoon I was sitting in the study lounge at school, working on some rather difficult homework, when something clicked in my head and I looked up with a sudden realization:
“Dude! I’m in school for engineering!”
This has happened only once before, since I’ve been here at UNL: I was just be minding my own business and I suddenly realize where I am and what I’m doing. Sounds strange? Let me fill you in:
When I was ten years old, I distinctly remember my first real birthday party. It was fun, and I made my friend cry, but it’s not that important to what I’m telling you. What is important, for the purposes of this story, is that I also distinctly remember studying physics. Yes, I studied physics and the physical sciences as early as ten. I wouldn’t say I really understood them, since my notes from that time consist of mostly “put magic chemical A and magic chemical B into this thing, and AWESOME stuff comes out!”
(I’m not generalizing about that–I really wrote that. And I was serious.)
I have always been like this, but somewhere along the road of life I lost sight of this dream I had. I had always wanted to build stuff, magical stuff probably, but I got into cooking instead and spent nine or so years there. I’m not complaining, and I’m definitely not dissing cooking–I would still love to open a restaurant someday.
What I’m saying is that today, for the first time since I’ve been at school, I realized with a sense of clarity that I am doing exactly what I’ve always wanted to do and learning exactly what I’ve always wanted to learn.
I’m probably going to cry out of joy: Dudes and Dude-ettes, I am totally in school for engineering!
I was just so stoked that I had to tell somebody, and I thought I would share my excitement with all of you.