There are so many things I want to learn. If I could, I would just go to school forever. I’m not saying that I love school. I actually wasn’t a big fan of it in high school. Mainly because it was all general education and a lot of it I just wasn’t interested in.
But there are a lot of things I want to study in college. I’ve settled with Psychology, but I really want to realistically triple major. In my wildest fantasies, I’d totally just stay in school and get degree after degree after degree.
One of my realistic triple majors is Psychology. The next is music which is pretty obvious. I also really want to learn how to speak Spanish. In high school, we were required to take at least two years of a language. When I was a freshman, I planned to put these off until my junior year so that I could take fun classes (choir, drama, etc) early on. So I took Spanish 1 two years ago and I loved it so much. If I had taken it my freshman year, I would have taken all of the Spanish classes my school offers. Although I don’t know a lot of Spanish, I still run around the house saying basic sentences. Just basic, present-tense conjugations.
While on the subject of languages, I would also love love love to learn Italian and Russian. I started to teach myself Italian a few years ago and I know very. very. very little now. Actually, in my beginning Spanish 1 class, I kept getting Italian words mixed up with Spanish words. The two languages are so close it’s ridiculous. Anyway, Italian because it is a beautiful sounding language and it sounds musical. Russian because for some reason, I love the sound of Slavic languages. So I guess I wouldn’t mind learning Ukrainian or Romanian. I think Russian would be more useful.
Now I bet you’re thinking: “Tara, why don’t you become a translator of sorts?”. (I say this because whenever I tell someone about my love for languages, they say that to me.) I don’t want to be a translator or an interpreter. I just want to know how to and to speak different languages. Of course, I don’t know what the job of a translator is actually like so I can’t completely rule it out. We’ll see where college takes me.
I’ve kind of rambled on a bit too much. I actually started to write this post so that I could talk about my sudden desire to learn how to paint. Maybe I’ll go into that.
I love to work with my hands. I think that’s one of the main reasons why I’m attracted to the piano. I’m not particularly crafty, but I love love love to craft. Just so that my hands are busy. That probably doesn’t make sense… pish posh. So I suddenly want to paint. Or draw in general. I’m not a horrible… what would the word for it be? Okay, let’s reword that sentence. I don’t draw horribly. But I’m also no good. I would really like to learn how to actually draw then eventually get on to painting. I tried to sign up for an introductory drawing class (designed specifically for non-art majors, yay!) but it was all full. Apparently, the first quarter of your freshman year at my university is the toughest because you basically get the scraps as far as classes are concerned. We’re on the quarter- let me start a new paragraph.
We’re on the quarter system (which explains why I’m not in school yet). So students usually take 3 to 4 classes. Freshman aren’t allowed to take more than 3 in their first quarter. They require you to take your english class, then recommend you take a class towards your major and one general ed. I chose Classical Music for my general ed. class. I really really really wanted to be in Psych 1 but it was all closed. It’s a very popular class. But when I went to orientation, the Psych advisor told us that at 10am the next day, she was opening more seats in the lecture. Guess who was at the computer ready at 9:45am? :) 167 seats filled up in 7 minutes. It was pretty crazy.
Okay. Rambled enough. There are a lot more things I want to learn how to do but I will save that for another time. Peace!