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This occurred to me when I was mulling over classes to take for next quarter at school. The only person that seems to have their head on straight as far as when it comes to register is the Dean of the School. So, I was emailing with her back and forth trying to get registered. (I cannot leave my house, I was just diagnosed with pneumonia last night.)
She said in an email that I need to look at fulfilling my humanities requirements. I have nothing in humanities. Humanities there has a lot to do with art, literature and stuff like that. I looked over the course descriptions and the firs thought was were, "these are horrifically boring."
Sad thing is, when I was in junior high and high school, classes like those would've been an absolute delight for me. I loved art. I loved to draw, look at and study art. Loved it!! In fact, most of my classes in high school focused on art. I was one of the people that worked on the mural. I wanted to be an artist as a child. Money didn't matter.
Now, I'm an Information Technology major and for me, the end must justify the means. I need a great job that earns me a lot of money. There used to be a time in my life where I could not have cared less.
My priorities are completely different and I have no clue when or how that happened.
Money isn't the most important thing to me, obviously. My family, girlfriend and friends are. But, money is right there. Don't get me wrong, I was always money conscious. I always was. That's thanks to my dad. Ever since I had my first job, 1/3 of every dollar I made went to savings. All my birthday and holiday money would go to savings.
It's like when I see those without, I want more. I don't want to be without. I guess.... I told my dad whatever I end up doing with my life, it'll afford me the opportunity to buy whatever car I wanted. (Within in reason, I'm not talking about a Ferrari or anything obscene.)
It's just weird how time changes you. I want the beautiful house with an awesome house. A dog or two, my future wife (my current girlfriend). A nice couple of cars in the driveway. Great neighbors.
When I was younger, I didn't even really care about the really nice car. Weird.
She said in an email that I need to look at fulfilling my humanities requirements. I have nothing in humanities. Humanities there has a lot to do with art, literature and stuff like that. I looked over the course descriptions and the firs thought was were, "these are horrifically boring."
Sad thing is, when I was in junior high and high school, classes like those would've been an absolute delight for me. I loved art. I loved to draw, look at and study art. Loved it!! In fact, most of my classes in high school focused on art. I was one of the people that worked on the mural. I wanted to be an artist as a child. Money didn't matter.
Now, I'm an Information Technology major and for me, the end must justify the means. I need a great job that earns me a lot of money. There used to be a time in my life where I could not have cared less.
My priorities are completely different and I have no clue when or how that happened.
Money isn't the most important thing to me, obviously. My family, girlfriend and friends are. But, money is right there. Don't get me wrong, I was always money conscious. I always was. That's thanks to my dad. Ever since I had my first job, 1/3 of every dollar I made went to savings. All my birthday and holiday money would go to savings.
It's like when I see those without, I want more. I don't want to be without. I guess.... I told my dad whatever I end up doing with my life, it'll afford me the opportunity to buy whatever car I wanted. (Within in reason, I'm not talking about a Ferrari or anything obscene.)
It's just weird how time changes you. I want the beautiful house with an awesome house. A dog or two, my future wife (my current girlfriend). A nice couple of cars in the driveway. Great neighbors.
When I was younger, I didn't even really care about the really nice car. Weird.
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