I changed my college major. Again.
I know I have changed my major roughly nine-hundred times since George H. W. Bush was in the Whitehouse and I started my path of higher education. This time I’m going to stick to it. I can state this declaration mostly because I am old, and tired of going to school.
With all of my classes and tallied up credits I only have 35 more credits until I they give me a degree in Philosophy. A degree of which, I said to the chair of the Philosophy Department and my assigned guidance counselor, will not gainfully employee me one tiny bit. This is the type of degree that people pursue purely for the love subject; not to look good on a resume. Unless you’re attempting to appear deep. Or… if you are attempting
at being a pompous ass during a dinner party. “Well I am a philosopher, and I
wrote a thesis on feminism and the third wave feminist philosophers, so I can
What a twat degree.
But, it is what I like, so off I go. I do promise that I will not bring third wave feminism up into any conversions I may have over dinner table topics. Unless asked. I am more of an ancient philosopher kinda dude anyway. Seeing as my minor is ancient history.