I began college with a major in Theater Arts. It started off positively, but I started hearing, "The theater department is your life," several times too many and I had to switch. I mean, yes, I love acting and I loved theatre, but my entire life? They weren't exaggerating either. Those people ate, drank, slept, and made out with The THEATRE. It was impressive, and I really did wish I could do the same, but I'm cynical and lazy and I couldn't swing the curriculum or the social aspect. I became a Humanities major after my second year.
Admittedly, I chose Humanities because I already had a good chunk of credits towards a degree. It was, above and beyond, the easiest and most fun subject I'd EVER studied, and it left me with a new, tingly sensation of enjoying school. Here are a few examples of assignments I had:
1. compare Bladerunner and Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
2. watch and analyze Tampopo, then compare it to Tokyo Story
3. read and then write about Louis Armstrong's autobiography
4. go to the Legion of Honor and make a website about the Parisian art
5. my senior thesis compared Berkeley's People Park riots to Logan's Run
6. cook and eat indigenous New Orleans food (I made spicy puffed pastry!)
Basically, I learned about interesting things to tell people at cocktail parties. I had no job skills when I graduated. The Humanities program basically taught me how to think, and granted me the power to over-analyze absolutely anything. (Seriously: I can spell out how Ratatouille is an allegory for American imperialism, and you will agree with me.) Because of my vast general knowledge and basic algebra skills, I decided to become a substitute teacher to supplement my erratic acting career.
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