How To Navigate Confusion - An Extended Essay

The Pleasure of Being Confused

I stayed in Melbourne during the last month of 2018, though it made more sense to go on that family vacation in Tasmania. I sat at a Starbucks on Swanston Street and journaled in my notebook. Other patrons who passed by my table were mostly couples and families. Almost all of them wrapped themselves in Christmas gear, just like that café register littered with festive promotions.

I didn’t give myself a semester break because the fleeing sense that I was running out of time haunted me. A few months before December, I dropped out of all the pre-requisite classes for a Bachelor of Science and committed, according to my course advisor, academic suicide. She explained in that annoying matter-of-fact voice that if I chose a full load of courses in the humanities, I would never be eligible for a Bachelor’s Degree in any STEM field, ever. At that point, I had enough of science, so my choice was clear. Then, after ruffling through my course application sheets, the advisor drew my attention to a unit I chose: