So this is it. The end of the semester. As I said in one of my earlier posts, it went by way too fast.
And now I only have one semester left before graduation.
Well, that’s an absolutely terrifying thought. I’m going to level with you all right now… I don’t have any idea what I want to do with my life. I mean, I say that I want to be a writer, and I do. I like writing (for the most part). But I guess I just… have no idea exactly what I want to do.
Part of this probably stems from the fact that I’m incredibly indecisive. But I also think that the higher education system has its priorities mixed up, and that has somewhat worsened the problem.
By the end of my undergraduate experience, I will have spent four years in college, and not once will anybody have really sat me down and tried to work with me, help me figure out what I might want to do as a career.
Sure, we have a Career Services center. Have you ever been there? How useless was your trip? My two trips there were pretty useless. At the end of my freshman year, after I had an existential crisis (which resulted from me realizing I wanted to be an English major) I went to the career center for some much-needed guidance.
For the most part, they just walked me through their website. Sure, I talked with a lovely woman for about ten minutes. Then more website.
Then, at the beginning of my junior year, I thought that I should probably give it another go since my graduation was now only two years off. I wanted to talk to somebody, have them help me discover what my skills really were.
I got a total noob who sat down and started clicking on website links.
The career services website, by the by, is just about one of the worst, most unhelpful, sprawling, ungodly websites ever devised by supposedly-intelligent people. I think it’s meant to be a test—if you can find anything useful on this site, then you’ll be golden in finding a career.
Needless to say, I was not impressed. And I haven’t returned since, which is probably a mistake, but I can’t stand when counselors direct me to an abomination of the internet.
This is all part of a larger problem in higher education. Too much focus is put on learning the material and passing the tests (hey, just like high school!) and not enough focus is placed on really helping the students become adults. Universities care about making money and research as opposed to the student body.
Which makes sense, I guess. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
It makes me really understand why people might choose to take a year off to “discover themselves.” I used to call people who did this douchebags (pardon my language, but it’s true). Now I understand why they do it. We really don’t have a way to discover ourselves in college—at least, not unless you count partying and drinking and general stupidity as discovering oneself.
And that’s it I suppose. I don’t like to end on a downer, but that’s kind how I feel about it. We have a system of higher education that focuses too much on funding (have you seen tuition prices lately?) and students who are left high and dry after four years of very expensive education.
Students who spend four years not learning how to live on their own, without school, without professors, and without certainty.
I want to go home and pet a puppy dachshund.