(Not my college.)

In other universes, I might have a degree in Meteorology. Or a Masters in Library Science. Or whatever might be required or desired to become an Archivist. Or a Fine Arts degree in Photography. Or a Masters in American History (this one I’m constantly contemplating anyway). Or any number of other degrees.

But in this one, I got 3/4 of the way through a Computer Science degree, then decided to change majors to an American Studies degree (which doesn’t seem to be offered anymore at the university I went to) and finished with that.

(The Compilers and Operating Systems classes, with horrible, confusing texts and incredibly unhelpful professors who probably didn’t want to help me, one of the only girls in the classes, showed me that I didn’t want to become a programmer for a living. So, instead, I got a degree that I’ve literally never used for any job ever, except for resting on its existence for jobs that required any kind of college degree. But I chose a topic of personal interest in the end, so there was at least that.)

I have tons of friends with large numbers of degrees, some gotten in their 20s, with some friends working on new degrees in their 40s and 50s, including medical school and law school. So I still have some time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. But mostly I’d like to turn my family history into books that are interesting to others. We’ll see if I can make that one fly at some point.

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