Recently, I realized that I’m too “type A” for my liberal arts classes. As an engineer, student athlete and former gym class ping-pong champion, there is no way I can operate on the same level of relaxation as an art and poetry major. All that deep, philosophical thinking sends me spiraling. My creative writing professor gave me an assignment to journal however much I wanted to, ideally 1-2 pages, and I wrote 45 pages, all in Haikus, just to make sure there was empirical evidence of my efforts.

I guess being super-ambitious isn’t a bad thing. I’ve always done very well in business classes, probably because I started selling duct tape wallets in the second grade. I got my mom to buy the supplies, so my profit margins were unreal. Lately, I’ve been pushing the Lisa Frank and Hello Kitty two-for-one deal, and business is booming. It helps that my peers actually have money now.

I’ve put the duct tape wallet business on the backburner, however, since I’ve been stuck in the library studying for my dance class. Everyday I sit and review film from Just Dance 2014. Hit me up if you want to have a competition. We could play “Call Me Maybe” or “Super Bass;” it doesn’t matter, I’ll destroy you. I also listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers for five hours everyday, just in case somebody wants to play Guitar Hero Decades. (That’s a lie, I listen to the Red Hot Chili Peppers because I love their energy). But, I know that my competitiveness can get the best of me, and I’m realizing that I need to calm down a little, especially since I showed up to a history class dressed as one of Henry the VIII’s headless wives. 

Perhaps a lack of expression through STEM is the right choice for me after all.