CEGEP issues

Sometimes when I want to make myself really depressed, I'll go through university and CEGEP pamphlets with a black sharpie and cross off everything that I would hate studying. I don't know why I do it, because I'm always left with the same disciplines. Commerce, law, engineering, medicine, education, drama, dance, and fine arts disappear swiftly, followed by biology, geography, and all the obscure degrees about specific cultures, specific religions, and dentistry. Of course, I really do like a lot of things about biology, geography, and even medicine, but our society has become so specialized that dabbling is very difficult. Once I've brushed all these off the map, I'm left with biochemistry, physics and chemistry, music (composition, performance, and theory), philosophy, and English literature. Which is, you know, just six too many.

I suppose liberal arts is an obvious CEGEP option for those as undecided as I am, but that sort of knocks out any higher level of science. On the other hand, the science program offered at Marianopolis seems a little dull to suffer through for two years. The required courses are pretty well what you'd expect -- math, math, math, chemistry, and stupid things like magnetism -- but the elective courses are nothing short of a major dispapointment. Basically, you take 9 required science courses, and then...then, you get to choose three more science classes.

As for music, well, let's just say chances are lamentably slim when you play the piano and can't sing for your life, although, thanks to my McGill exams, I technically already qualify to apply. Adding to the general confusion, the prospect of spending two years with entire classes of pushy musicians is not exactly the most appealing thing in the world, but I would love to study music in university, in any capacity.

Of course, my concerns are probably of little consequence. Fast forward a few years, and I'm still going to be an aging eng-lit student, perpetually dreading unplanned encounters with my landlady, surviving off whatever I manage to collect at the bar where I play my own shitty rock tunes.

See how masterfully I've been thus far able to avoid studying for tomorrow's 536 exam? By attempting to convince myself that it doesn't matter?

What I REALLY need is a band.