I’m halfway through the last semester of my undergrad, and if there’s one thing that’s clear it’s that four years of university have not, for all the knowledge they’ve imparted on me, taught me how to quickly make decisions about my future. For example, I would love to dive into a more focused study of the topics I found particularly thrilling throughout my studies here. (“Thrilling” is perhaps not the right word, given that what drew my attention most were the opportunities for critical dialogue and interpretation that structuralism afforded me.)
Then again, I have literally all the time in the world to do what I want. Sure, I need money and a roof, and if I could, I’d like to retain some semblance of a social life, but perhaps I’ll pack my bags and teach English overseas, or spend endless days hunting for a day job, only to quit and write about it until someone pays me to do so.
Hey, as far as complaints go, these are alright ones to have.