You know what’s fun?
Going to the bank in August to withdraw the last of your money to pay for the fall semester, and Alice Cooper’s “Schools Out” comes on the radio.
I swear the rock-station DJs plan this crap.
Short answer: Philosophy.
Longer answer: When I was a younger (like 8-13) I would have said I wanted to be a writer, and that’s because I love stories and reading was my primary medium for meaningful content at the time. That’s the last thing I remember dreaming of being. As I’ve grown and come to university that question has typically been answered as, “I dunno.” I’m interested in almost everything. However, I’ve found a home in the philosophy classes because I mesh with the professors, fit the style of work, highly enjoy the material, and find it an interesting nexus from which I can also study anything else at my desire and that suites me. I also have some delusions of grandeur, but that seems to be par for the course with the people I meet in said classes.
But Confucius has answered them with the final whistle, it’s all over. Germany, having trounced England’s famous midfield trio of Bentham, Locke and Hobbes in the semi-final, have been beaten by the odd goal.