The Death of Enthusiasm

Why did I major in English? Let's look at the facts:

1. I'm not a vrey good sspeller.

2. I'm not have a great grip in grammar.

3. I don't so much enjoy editing and/or other word manipulation skills such as putting together a coherent sentence, avoiding repeating myself and avoiding confusing constructions too much.

Wocka Wocka.

Really though, why?

I guess this is something a lot of graduating college students ask themselves, and I don't think I have a very satisfactory answer. I think I chose technical writing because:

1. I had a naive and ultimately ridiculous desire to attend law school, (ridiculous because there is no way I would want to be/make a competent lawyer) and somehow I heard that English would be a good pre-law degree.

2. I'm no good at the maths.

3. I couldn't think of anything else that would cater to my love of writing long, thoroughly unnecessary "reflective memos" for every single completed assignment. **sarcasm alert/tech writing major inside joke**

Now that I'm done, I realize that I don't really like all the things that make tech writers employable, i.e. creating detailed documentation, doing smart software stuff (note that I'm not even sure what this means), and editing complex technical documents.

Here's a list of things I am good at:

1. Creating mix tapes. If you've ever had the misfortune of dating me (I hope you haven't) you know that I will keep making them for you even if you don't like it and you ask me to stop.

2. I can make pretty good omelets when I gather the energy to do so, which is rarely.

3. Flossing. I floss every night.

Maybe I will find a good job that I really like, and maybe not. Maybe my perfect flossing record will somehow help me land a dream job (in this case, I guess that would be mix tape creator/omelet short order chef). Maybe I'll labor in obscurity for years and sadly, my mix tape/omelet skills won't be recognized until after my tragic death (of dysentery). Either way, I probably won't do a lot of technical writing.

Labels: brutal self evaluation