This past Monday was the due date for students to hand their Plan drafts in to their advisors. Which I completely forgot about until all my friends who are juniors and sophomores started freaking out about LIFE and EDUCATION and WHAT THEY WANT TO DO and WHAT IT ALL MEANS. Being a senior now, it’s too easy to stand back and be like, “That’s so cute that you don’t know and are still learning everything I just learned.” But really I’m just kind of like “Whoa” (it’s a Friday, I’m sorry, this is the extent of my emotional capabilities) because last term was my last Plan meeting EVER and I never have to hand in a Plan essay EVER AGAIN and it’s crazy to think that my Plan is no longer evolving. It’s evolved. This is it. This 35-page paper that I’m writing is IT.
Which makes it fun for me in a kind of masochistic way to look back on my first Plan essay and my last Plan essay and COMPARE. The funny thing about this whole process is that even though it feels like my Plan has changed a lot, flip flopping between art history and anthropology and eventually just being both, I’ve actually been asking the same questions for the past three years.
From my first Plan essay:
And from my last Plan essay:
IN A NUTSHELL. Ultimately, for a lot of us here, when everything feels like it’s changing in our Plan, really it’s our perspective that’s shifting, not the thing we’re studying.
- Meg ‘12