Prompt: I’m wingin’ it.
Thoughts on a Liberal Arts Education
Isn’t it sad that your life is determined
by your ability to diagram sentences,
or find the cosine of some letter
that you never get the real value for?
Because my life will neither be driven,
nor centered around, sequencing
the DNA code of a bacteria known to no one
outside of the labs of pharmaceutical companies,
yet I still have slept eyes wide open for hours
tinkering with amino acids or agarose gels,
and proving geometric theorems that I have
already forgotten about before I leave the room.
I have goals and ends to be met that are only
clouded by uncertainty because I am slave
to my interest, or lack thereof,
in American history prior to 1850.