The Great Hall sat still and all that seemed to move in the large, chamberous room was the sounds of my own heart pacing at rapid speeds. Atop a three-legged stool sat I, and next to me sat the Sorting Hat, an artifact sewn in the depths of secrecy at a time known only by its creators. In a matter of minutes fate would be sealed, and the combined forces of earth, fire, wind, water and heart would make a Captain Planet-sized decision on where a collegiate road would take me.
In moments, the Hat was placed on my own head and a clatter broke out from above. “There’s nothing hidden in your head the Sorting Hat can’t see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be!” Careful consideration was underway. Silence engulfed the entire room. Nothing let alone the rustling on my head was heard, and in a matter of seconds the process was over. “Ah, right, then. Hmm, right. Okay. RUTGERS!” It was decided. I was taking my talents to the southern Banks of Ye Olde’ Raritan.
I guess the story didn’t really go like that. At all. The over-glorified version sounds a lot better than the actual story of a last minute decision, but regardless I’m sure you can fill in the rest. Just finished up my degree with a couple months to spare. Back in 2006 it was decided that I’d be a Scarlet Knight, pursuing a degree in Alchemy or pharmacy whatever you wanna call it (over-glorified and dramaticized once again) and I really didn’t know what I was in for. If anyone had ever informed me of the amount of exams, knowledge, late nights, and pages of books I’d fall asleep on I’d most probably end up on the same road to be perfectly honest. Life has a funny way of setting you straight, exactly where you need to be on a path that ultimately for no particular reason at all will get you right to where you should be. College has to be one of the greatest things a person can experience.
The jump from there to here seems like a big one, as I try to keep as much science-related knowledge from leaking onto this here site. I’ll be perfectly honest, my mind doesn’t work nearly anywhere near those science-types. For all you care, I’m all about life being one big adventure and shunning anything even coming close to responsibility. Road trips, travelling, outdoors, living life. I’m all about that. A cabin at the base of a mountain is probably preferred at any given time of day with a mess of ducks running around.
Education is a great thing, and the pursuit of knowledge in any given field is always encouraged on this side of the Faire. Just let it be what you love, and pursue it to any and every length, #YOLO and that sorta thing. Give it some thought. Got plenty of questions on if I have a job lined up. Nope. Looking for an island to purchase if that’s ok with you guys.
