I write to you on this beautiful first day of Autumn where the temperature is a brisk 52 degrees and the pugs start waking up with cute sniffles. What a more fitting theme to write about than nature? As the leaves change colors we begin to contemplate life and what will happen to us as the seasons change. Will we grow fat as we hibernate and bundle up for the winter? Will our grow to…
Let’s face it. As humanities majors, teachers, lovers, etc., we’ve got it rough. The moment I announced that I was majoring in philosophy and religion, I was bombarded with questions about my life choices. There are politicians with questionable morals who have faced considerably less verbal onslaught than me.
Here’s a conversation that I have at least once a week:
There is a common fear that pervades many of us. I had the same unease at one point in my life, and from time to time it returns. Fortunately, as a writing, English, and philosophy major, I am immersed in the humanities, which have provided me with the tools to cope with this fear. The fear I speak of is the Anxiety of Over-Thinking It.
There’s a debate in the academic community. Actually, that’s a lie. There are several debates. More than you can shake a stick at. If you chopped down all of Drury’s trees and turned them into sticks, you would still be ill-equipped with the stick-shaking situation. I see I’ve digressed.