Ok so I’m an art history major (if you couldn’t fucking tell because of this blog)— and it’s weird when I first tell people what my major is because they’re either like “wow holy shit that must be really hard kudos to you for all that memorization” OR “… And what do you plan to do with that?” In real life it’s a mixture of both. I really love studying works of art and the people who made them and the influences in their lives that led them to create such beautiful things— but also I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with it in ‘the real world’. I’m probably going to be a professor. But first I really want to go to Germany and other parts of Europe to look at Gothic cathedrals and other really beautiful works of art. Then I want to write. Then I don’t know.
I’m slowly realizing the reality of the question “so what do you want to do?” I mean, when I was still in high school it was just an irritating and anxiety-inducing question that I would somehow either bullshit an answer to or just shrug my shoulders. Now my answer to that question is always a shoulder shrug. I’m still 19. I have no idea where this course of study will take me. I have no idea what events will take place in my life that may or may not alter my decision making. I have no idea what my financial situation will be in a few years (which could be the difference between me traveling around Europe and writing a novel— or just staying in Georgia and attempting to pay off student loans). I’m not even in my 20’s yet. I’m still a very young and inexperienced adult. No one could possibly expect me to come up with a decent answer to the question “and what will you do with that major?”