<p>All throughout my life I’ve lived under the stranglehold of a fantasy, a far off dream, a horrible feeling of hope that keeps me awake at night. Hope that one day, some far off day, in a made-up world, I would do something great. </p>
<p>Coming from a middle class family, achieving middle class grades, substantiating a middle class life, I’ve come to realize that truly, the sleep of foolishness produces no angels, and it is detrimental to my health to hope for greatness when frankly, it isn’t there. I’ve known for a long time that miracles only come true in the barren desert of probability, but the nature of my hope, gilded and cruel, has left me hoping. The gilded and cruel nature of hope urges me to try.</p>
<p>So here I am, delusional and hoping for advice. </p>
<p>If my goal is to really help society, how best to achieve it? </p>
<p>I’ve developed a carnal interest in neuroscience. Theoretical physics is beautiful and interesting, as is mathematics, but neither the former nor latter ever seem to lead to the same beautiful and interesting careers that my hope proclaims. </p>
<p>So, I have concluded, engineering is more realistic, but thinking pragmatically, systems of equations, although useful, have no use of me. Also, as an aside, “theoretical anything,” means submitting myself to chance, submitting myself to becoming a researcher, condemning my life to a fate worse than death before it had a chance to begin.</p>
<p>The same menial methodology comes to my mind when I imagine myself as an engineer. I won’t change the world. I won’t do anything. I’ll end up thinking and doing systems of equations all day (yeah solving problems and puzzles, they make it sound so great!), but the only reason I would ever want to be an engineer IS to change the world. Maybe biomedical engineering seeing as it is a ■■■■■■■ child of my interests (biology + thinking), and it gives me the greatest chance of living to save lives, to be of real importance, to die with a fleeting feeling of worth, or NZT/Telomerase/SleepEfficacy/TDCS innovation.</p>
<p>But, a little backstory before I continue:</p>
<p>A disheartened stroke of immaturity led to mediocre grades in the first three years of high school. Albeit exceptional SATs, I was rejected from every college except BYU and NCSU i.e. UNC/Yale/Princeton/Reed. I chose NCSU, and right now, I am “Math and Science Undeclared,” as my major.</p>
<p>Yet, I have always found math to be methodical, boring, and soulless, and I have found literature, reading, and writing, thinking, speaking, and teaching, to be the worthwhile, inspiring forces natural to my personality.</p>
<p>Novelist/Professor/Speech Writer or (Politician, so I could give speeches)/Singer or Actor to a degree—those are my ideal careers, but that pathway is but a fool’s errand. No matter how much a fool loves speaking, enjoys writing, or values thinking, he throws the dice and becomes a victim of chance. </p>
<p>Formulating new ideas about the sciences is interesting, but the boring and methodical is not, and the new ideas ideal happens erratically.</p>
<p>Writing feels amazing, but being poor and alone does not. </p>
<p>Public speaking, acting, and singing are all exhilarating (I know, I must be an attention-seeking, narcissistic @**hole), but never, for a single second, do they come even close to being assured options.</p>
<p>If I had gotten into a different college, those options, the humanities/arts, would be more appealing because they are backed by an “attractive diploma”, but seeing as I didn’t, they don’t.</p>
<p>At NCSU, an engineering college, I don’t know how I can do many of the things I love, and the day-to-day drawl of the methodical is most likely what that entails.</p>
<p>So, for Politicians/Speakers/Writers—is a major in a technical field like Engineering ever useful? More so than anything, like most others have said, an assured income drives me toward engineering, to ensure a secure lifestyle, so that my family will be happy (I’ve experienced the cold pangs of poverty. The stress and unhappiness it causes is an experience I never want my wife and kids to go through). Also, does a humanities career become vastly less possible without a degree in the humanities?</p>
<p>So, I need advice. </p>
<p>What should I do? Should I continue with my engineering plans, and ultimately, possibly, probably condemn myself to banal mediocrity? Does science, theoretical engineering/biology/physics/mathematics entail the creative application of thought more so than I am worried? Are any other plans still open? </p>
<p>In the end, when my time comes, and I either blank out and cease to exist or surely go to hell (based on simple probability), I don’t want my gravestone to say: </p>
<pre><code> "Here lays paddyws, A GOOD MAN who loved his family and provided for their needs. A GOOD MAN who expressed compassion and love to whomever he could. A DEAD MAN, wiped clean from the face of the Earth. A SISYPHEAN MAN, wiped clean from the bottom of a shoe.”
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<p>And, I know as a 7 year old, Ender’s Shadow probably really screwed my entire psyche, but all my hopes, all my dreams, and everything my heart has ever told me, wants my gravestone to say:</p>
<pre><code>“Here lays paddyws, A GREAT MAN, who inspired worlds. A GREAT MAN, who dreamed foolish dreams. A DEAD MAN, whose foolish dreams became his eternal reality.”
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