philosopher in skinny jeans

i enjoyed quite literally no part of nursing school. maybe that one time a target cashier thanked me for my service. i had wanted to be a psychiatric nurse since i was 15. i really only cared about the psych part, but i had to endure nursing school to get there. worst semester of my life.

i needed to change my major. as a transfer student, i’m required to graduate in two years. my credits + my refusal to major in healthcare left me with one option: sociology. psychology’s lame cousin who yaps a lot. when i took intro to sociology in my sophomore year, i thought, “who would ever want to major in this?” i told this to my current sociology professor. didn’t think that through.

even now that i’m in two sociology classes, i’m still struggling to answer that question. although, i’m not very social, so maybe i’m the problem. i can’t help but think “oh brother” when they bring up ancient philosophers. people who just thought for a living. sometimes they imparted their wisdom onto others. so, like me with this blog. what judgmental 20-year-old philosopher doesn’t have all the answers?