I love my classes. That’s right. I said it. I LOVE my classes. I am no longer forced to abide by a strict math and science curriculum, I haven’t seen a real calculator in weeks, and no one forced me to be conscious before 11:00am. I am officially free of the engineering curriculum at Trinity University. Although I am now elated beyond imagination, it wasn’t so easy at first. On the very first day of class my engineering professor gave the classic “half-of-you-guys-won’t-be-here-next-semester” speech. That speech was a major reason why I hesitated dropping engineering, I didn’t want to be labeled as a quitter. Somehow, after some self-evaluation, I decided I didn’t want to be an engineer and that I wasn’t quitting, I was starting a new era of amazing-ness.
Last weekend was unlike any other weekend I’ve ever had at Trinity. My girlfriends and I went to a party and had fabulous time. I was free to do what I wanted, and when I did do homework, it didn’t feel like a task. My homework was fairly interesting and light for once. As an engineering student, I was really anxious. I always felt like I was forgetting something, I didn’t do any of my homework problems right, or some other atrocity that was probably just in my imagination. Now, with my current position as class-explorer/budding business major, I had the opportunity to live a little. After all, you can’t buy youth.
