The name for my blog came from my desire to design my own major. When I decided I wanted to study paleontology, I found that the majority of paleontologists I admired had undergraduate degrees in geoscience. So to be safe, I declared geology as my major, with a minor in biology. Now, I certainly can't afford to minor in anything. OPU (over-priced university) costs around $20,000 a year to attend and the cost of living here is much higher than the national average. Hence the idea to consolidate the studies of geology and biology into one major; one I design. Hence the name of my blog.
But I can't do it. I can't design a major at this point in my academic career. It's ridiculous, really. I've about 25 courses left to take before I can get a degree in ANY science at OPU, but because I've got about 100 transfer credits, I'm considered a senior and seniors can't design their own majors; it must be done before the second semester of the junior year.
I'm seriously contemplating switching my major from geology to biology. Reason? Well, I can still study paleontology with a bio degree and if I decide I want to study something else, I believe a degree in bio offers more flexibility. Also, I'm really starting to get interested in evolutionary biology. I should probably wait to decide until I've taken a course in both areas...but for some reason this feels urgent.
So I'm not a self-designed student...at least not in the way I originally meant, but my tag line (fossil of the undergraduate world) still works:
Today, I was getting coffee at the hospital cafe (I work in a building attached to a hospital) and the barista commented on my shirt, which says "Jog your mind...run to your library." I got the shirt in high school and told her that it'd been washed and worn so often that it's almost falling apart. She laughed and said, "High school? Couldn't have been that long ago." I replied, "oh, I guess not...it was only ten years ago." She was stunned. I guess she thought I was a typical undergrad, fresh out of high school.
And then there was the time my chemistry lab mates asked my age and then decided they could not longer speak to me, lest I ruin their teenage fun.