After being excited that I finally have the credits to pre-register as a junior, with a fairly early time to prereg today, I looked at the computer screen at 12:45 and realized that I still have only vague ideas of what classes I want to take. I tried to prereg for classes that looked like they were filling, with the knowledge that I could drop them if I decided not to take them, because I really don't know what I actually want out of the next quarter.
The reason I'm so indecisive about my classes stems from two things: 1) there are no classes that look particularly phenomenal, that I think, "Oh, I have to take that," and 2) I have the incredibly frustrating habit of treating every class selection as a decision about what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. The reasoning goes something like this:
what classes do I want to take this quarter? This sounds interesting,
I'm not kidding. It'd be a lot funnier if I was kidding. Instead, when I ask myself, "Would I rather take History of the Holocaust or Humanities 302: Philosophy, Race, and Empire?", I feel like I have to resolve the great questions of life and my purpose in it-- or at least my career choices, or at least the simple little question of my major(s), for goodness sakes!-- before I can pick between them. So you can see why I stare at CAESAR as I try to select courses and find myself in deep philosophical ponderings that are not at all useful.
This all becomes one step more absurd when I confront myself with the fact that whatever courses I take as an undergraduate will likely be virtually irrelevant to my post-Northwestern career. In other words, yes, I'm worrying about nothing. Nothing! So I really should just take the classes that look the most interesting to me, end of story.
discovered I'd be a much happier person if I actually took seriously the
things I come up with when I think or write things out and try to be reasonable...
27 December, 2002
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