Note: This is the first blog in a series of three that I have planned, which may or may not ever get finished. Also, this is the first time I've ever done anything like this, so, yay I guess.
I realize for most of you the holidays already seem to have happened forever ago. New Year's is just barely recollected and Christmas is nothing but a distant memory. For me, though, things are just now returning to normal. I'm homeschooled, so early in the school year my family took a long vacation, and I fell way behind on school. The New Year, I decided, was as good of a time as any to make that final push to catch up. I'm getting very close to reaching that goal, but in the meantime, pursuits other than school have suffered, including Mizahar. To anybody that's suffered from my lack of activity, I apologize.
Anyways, I'm in my junior year of highschool and just now beginning to look at colleges and majors and such. Consequently, I'm just now starting to feel pressure to choose at least a "goal major" and sometimes even a precise plan for how the rest of my life is going to happen. Over the holidays, I believe I was asked by five aunts and uncles, four grandparents, and more than a few cousins where my life was going. Sometimes I gave them the simple (but true) answer of "Well, I don't really know." Others I told that I would probably be a Chemical Engineer (also true). To none did I confide my real ambitions-- the true depths of my dreams-- yet for some reason I feel compelled to do that here with people I have never seen the face of. Maybe it's the sense of anonymity.
My entire life, I’ve been captivated by two things: Math and the written word. Since probably the age of ten, I’ve known that I am going to have a career in something related to one of those two things. To make matters worse, both of the things that I enjoy doing, I also excel at to some degree.
Math is and always has been easy for me. Complex concepts and problems that others struggle with have usually seemed unaccountably simple to me. Working with numbers, I’ve found is one of the best ways to quell emotions. Simple logic overwhelms the fire of the moment, and usually it enables me to look back and identify problems with dispassionate precision, so that I can change whatever it was I did to cause the emotional outbreak the next time.
Yet sometimes I don’t want to look at the world logically. Sometimes I want to wallow in those feelings of self-pity or righteous indignation. That’s when I love to either read about situations similar to my own (or sometimes completely dissimilar), or write about them. In a much different way that I couldn’t even attempt to describe, this helps my understanding, too. Writing is much harder for me than math, and I think that’s part of why I find it so interesting. It’s one of the things that really challenges me, but that I can still do a good job on.
So in the end, math (used in engineering) would be the easiest thing to make a living off of, but writing would often be so much more rewarding. The best thing I can hope for would be a hybrid of these two disciplines. A regular job in engineering by day and writing by night would be the ideal way to spend my life. For right now, this moment in time, that’s what I’m aiming for.
May 2010
January 2010