University, it is what i have been working towards for most of my educational life, well that is from the point where I actually started learning academic stuff and not just learning that which revolved around played and/or seeing what new and exciting inanimate object I could stick up my nose. Biology has always been a subject I have enjoyed the most and therefore it was a natural choice for a degree, but nowadays I am getting more and more second thoughts.

Now let me get one thing clear this is not going to be a "oh woe is me" type of thing, I am simply writing my thoughts and second thoughts down in the hope that I will, through writing them, be able to make some sort of sense out of everything. If you care to read and comment at some point please be my guest I nearly always enjoy hearing peoples views on situations.

Anyway as I was saying, I have always had a particular interest in biology, in specific zoology, being more specific than that evolution, taxonomy and the history of the earth (which I suppose is a more geological thing really). However, I find myself recently wishing that I had looked more down the literary route, the study of language, literature, philosophy and such. I love reading and even enjoy writing on the odd occasion, I was one of those odd characters that once I started writing an essay I would actually find myself enjoying it, I still find this when I am writing up pages of reports for lab experiments. I guess that this feeling has been brewing since I started to be able to have educated discussions with my dad about books, and realised that I wish I shared the wealth of knowledge about the english language that he possesses as an english language master. That feeling of jealously or maybe as that sounds a little strong for how i feel, envy, will have only been strengthened by my coming to university and meeting people doing a whole manor of degrees. My girlfriend for instance is studying Mandarin, which the more she tells me about it the more fascinating it seems. Everyone seems so knowledgeable on their own subject and are able to discuss it at length. People seem much more interested in having a chat about books or politics or music than they do about science, maybe that is another factor of my doubt the feeling that has a biologist I feel left out? Or maybe science is too complicated to have a simple talk about? No, I doubt either of those are true.

I suppose I just love to know about as much as I can, learning new things is something I gather great enjoyment from. I suppose that there will be literary undergraduates who are just as envious of me learning the inner workings of a golgi apparatus and of Darwin's work on his origin of species as I am of their studies of the great authors.

At the end of the day I have hopefully another 60 years on this planet minimum, I have so much time to pursue my various interests. It would be foolish to make a rushed decision that I would regret.

See this blog is helping already.

I'll write more when the mood takes me.