Both of my grandmothers had little houses on the beach, and their own businesses, and both felt that life had passed them by, that they had not lived up to their potential. I think they were both content, as they weren't terribly ambitious, but they both wanted me to do "more." They both thought I could be President, if I wanted to. Neither of them encouraged me to follow in their footsteps, they didn't seem to even imagine that I would.
What is "Comp"? When I started college at LSU, I was in something called the Honors Program, for people who scored high on the SAT, which required us to take Honors Colloquia in literature, world history, science, and philosophy. We sat around seminar tables, much like graduate level classes, and read a lot of books, and discussed them. I enjoyed studying philosophy, which benefits from systematic study. I hated literature classes, the process of analyzing plot, style, character, etc. was boring because it was so obvious, yet except for one or two people the class just plodded. The science classes were good. All of these were taught by major professors. I would never take a class taught by a TA, every time I got one I transferred out of it. |
