Curiosity for Sociology

Went to see the Band Man today. Nothing important. Traded some sarcastm. Then the conversation disintegrated when we stumbled upon discussing what I wanted to be when I grew up. The answers, "I don't know," "something non-profit-y" and "I think I'll be cool with whatever," did not seem to impress the advisor. Explained how I was still toying with the doctor bit, but if that doesn't work out... sociology? This turned the conversation into lame as he explained that (thanks for the enlightenment) you can do whatever you want to do with sociology, and that I could focus on public health, as I have already "shown an interest in environmental injustices and effects on public health." (Er, you mean, write four papers on the subject because you assigned it? Then, yes.) Oh, the joys and freedom of liberal arts.

With my broad interest in "pretty much whatever," (I really proved myself to be articulate today. And by the way, so none of the entries have been grammatically correct? Can can you stand reading this?), I boiled it down for the Band Man: with a combination of sociology, sciences, and creative writing skills, I could either meld it into this one awesomely informed career, possibly as a doctor, or I'll end up mediocre in all three areas. Hey, mediocrity ain't bad.

Speaking of creative writing, Walty announced today the chance to dine with him (shudder) and famous writer Geoffrey Wolff (for the less learned, he is, though hates to be known as, brother of Tobias, a great in his own right). He announced the time of Wolff's reading (4pm), the date (next Tuesday) and asked if anyone was interested.

Student: Where will it be?

Walty: I don' t know. That's the kind of information I don't need to concern myself with until 3:30 next Tuesday.

Here's to an awesomely awkward dinner next week.