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Interdisciplinary Studies

One of the few things I remember from high-school physics is the concept of work. Work is the product of force and displacement; that is, it represents how much effort one puts into something and how far it goes.

"The catch is," my teacher said, "that it measures displacement, not distance: all that matters is how far the object gets from its initial position." In other words, one can carry a piano down a flight of stairs and then back up, but if the piano is put back in exactly the same position afterward, no work was done.

Which brings me to my Big Decision. I've been all over the map: nearly convinced that one school is perfect for me, then sucked back in by the other's allures. Established a complete course of study at one, then seen the other throw a wrench in the works. Decided that studying abroad is frivolous and counterproductive, then figured that I deserve the leeway to be young and free-spirited. Bobbled economics, ethics, politics, law, and language as the "important" aspect. Considered the campuses (though I know they shouldn't matter) at length. Been rational, been moody. Industrious and indifferent. Administration or atmosphere? Emotion or ambition? It all comes down to...I still don't know. Right where I was before.

My father sent me a cryptic email yeserday about a financial aid offer that he received and mailed to me (which I should receive today). I've tried calling and can't get in touch. If it's just loans, then no matter. If it's scholarship--well well well!

Time is running out. Nothing like pressure to make a difficult decision more so.
peachy as always, Mike at 2:10 PM