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.
Until a few days ago, I didn’t really understand what areas of study the humanities included. Whenever I thought of humanities, pictures of a student in a library would appear or even videos of the docile Manatee swimming lazily in the ocean. Why on earth would a Manatee appear in my head? Maybe because I thought it was called a “Humanity” before I googled it; or perhaps because they are related to the Elephant, one…