I’ve been Gilmored
I recently started watching Gilmore Girls again, because I need to always have a TV show on DVD handy for those times when I want to just sit around and do nothing and probably eat something, because I eat all. the. time. if I have nothing else to do. And often if I have something to do as well. I’m telling you, it’s a miracle that I am not at least twice the size and weight that I am.
Anyway. Gilmore Girls. I started right on season 5, because I’ve seen the first four seasons so many times already. I am SO into it, once more. Hearing the intro song feels like coming home, and the show never fails to make me think of home, and my mom especially, because when I first saw the very first episode of Gilmore Girls, I just KNEW that this was the kind of show that me and my mom would have watched together, had it not been for the 900 or so kilometers separating us.
It also never fails to make me think about the choices I’ve made in life, especially regarding my education, and these are not all happy thoughts. I regret so many things in life, but perhaps my biggest regret is going to university just for the sake of having something to do. When I was done with high school, my plan was to take 6 months off because I was so fed up with school, I couldn’t even bear the thought of having to apply to something that would only cause me to spend 3-5 MORE years in school. When I first started high school, I was 100% sure that I wanted to be a computer engineer, and so my choice of classes reflected that — I took computer science, advanced mathematics, and physics. Then I had to drop physics in my last year of high school because of a timetable conflict. Then, about three weeks before the final exams would set in, I realised that I would 99% sure be drawn out to sit an exam in maths, and I would 100% sure fail it. So I withdrew from the class. And then I decided to take 6 months off, and apply to something later.
But then I moved back home, and after three weeks of living at home, I decided that it was not something I could do, so I called the university in Trondheim up and said something like “hey, can I come study with you?” and the university said “sure thing, if you want to study math, physics, chemistry or computer science” and I said “computer science, sign me up!”. And then I called one of the student dorms and asked for a room, and they said “sure thing, since you’re a girl!”. And then a month later, I moved here and started studying computer science.
After nearly a year, I knew I didn’t want to study computer science. So instead I applied for a sort of vocational college, and started studying towards becoming a network engineer. It gave me quite a bit of knowledge of Microsoft Windows and Cisco routers, and a diploma that apparently enables me to call myself “network engineer”. Oh, and two more diplomas naming me a Microsoft certified professional.
Then came a couple of years where I worked. I worked in a book store, at an IT company and at various other locations as a temp in the archiving field. And then I got my (now permanent) job with the university, and I started studying again. Because, you know, when in Rome.
And now. Now I know that I made the WRONG choice way back when, when I decided to study computer science. I didn’t belong in that field of studies. I belong with the humanities and the social studies. I loved studying English, and now I love studying history. I also have my mind set on political science when I’m done with history. I’d also like to try out some sociology, social anthropology and maybe even statistics. I know, I know. Sooner or later I will have to just finish the Bachelor’s degree (class of 2010, hollah!) and start working towards a Master’s, but there are just too many options! I hate knowing that I will never have the time to study everything, because I want to know at least a little bit about everything. Yes, even math and physics. Even that. But those are not priorities.
Did you really read of all that? I congratulate you. Or pity you, whichever, really. Now I am going to go play at being a housewife, and clear the dinner table from yesterday. Yes, housewife failboat docking at port three. All aboard.
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October 2nd, 2008 at 17:02
I think there is hardly any wrong choices in life. Would you have known that they were they “wrong” choice if you hadn’t already done them? It’s easy to call them wrong only after you’ve gone through them but that is exactly what experience is all about.
And yes, I read it all :P pity me.
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October 2nd, 2008 at 22:59
I bet you wouldn’t have met Tor if you didn’t make the choices you did ;) I used to regret doing all those things I did before I finally decided to apply for the school I really, really wanted to go to, but I know I wouldn’t have had my wonderful dogs and boyfriend if I had done it right away, so it was all an experience…
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